Dear Radical Pro-Lifers,

Why do you have to do this? Why must you show me all these pictures of aborted fetuses, telling me, “This is murder”? Why not show pictures of little babies, and instead tell me, “Who wouldn’t want this?” Maybe then I would have listened.

You have ripped me of all the self-respect I had left. I once believed that you were right. But now, now you tell me I am a murderer. I didn’t ask to be raped. I certainly did not intend to become a “murderer.” Is this what you have reduced me to? A girl who doesn’t even know who she is anymore?

Do you think I don’t feel pain? Do you think I don’t go to sleep crying every night, thinking of the child that will never be? Because I do. Every day, I wonder, what if my child was here? What would he or she have been like? But I am young. I am not ready for that part of life yet. I still want to be a child! But your propaganda has taken everything that could have been left of my childhood away.

Sincerely,

A Girl Who Is Not A Mother