Preborn sisters matter too
The 2019 Women’s March on Washington has forgotten me again. Though you can’t see me (except by ultrasound), like other born sisters, at two and a half weeks old my heart began beating. At three weeks old, my nervous system, spinal cord, and brain foundation are being established. At almost six weeks old, you can record my brain waves, I can bend my legs, stretch and even jump. At eight weeks old, I can turn my head, suck my thumb, respond to pain and all my organs are in place. At nine weeks old I have a uterus and ovaries and I am producing reproductive cells.
The creator of all people says that before he formed me in the womb, he knew me. Yet, it’s legal for a doctor, who has taken the Hippocratic Oath, to take my life by poisoning or dismemberments in some states, all the way up to the day of birth.
They are lying to my mother and father and making money from my destruction.
I am alive, why am I denied life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
A beautiful brave sister from a Montana reservation stood up for me at the 2018 Women’s March in Missoula and said this: “There will never be true peace in this country until we stop killing babies.”
She is my hero. She didn’t forget me or my sisters (and brothers) who have perished since over 56 years ago when it became legal to end my life. Won’t someone please listen?