Month One
Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.


Month Two
Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.



Month Three
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.



Month Four
Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.



Month Five
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?



Month Six
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!



Month Seven
Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

ItaLiaN pRiDE is oUr miNd
ItaLiaN bloOd iS oUr KiNd
sO steP aSiDe n LeT uS thrOugH
cOZ itZ aLL abOut uS n oUr ItaLiaN crew

WeRE iTaLiaN n wE goT cLAss
Giv uS shiT n wE'LL KiK uR asS
sO aLL dA rESt wHo fiNk uR kOOL
jUSt mEmBA dAT iTaLiaNz rULEe

UniTEd wE stAnd
dIviDEd wE fALL
u cAn shOoT oNe iTaLiaN
buT u CaNT shOOt uS aLL
If u FuK wiT onE oF US
U fuK wiT aLL of Us

UniiTeD We StAnD
DiiViiDeD We FaLL
U CaN ShOOt 1 iTaLiaN
BuT u CaNt ShOOt Us aLL
iiM a iTaLiaN
FuLL Of cLaSS
YoU MeSS WiiT Me
iiL KiiK Ur Ass

ItaLiaN luv iz all r0und
mah f3ll0 iTaLiaNz neva l3t me d0wn
s0o0 staNd asid3 n say itz tru
cuz u g0t iTaLiaN bl0od flowing thru u 2…

iTaLiaN pr1d3 iz mah m1nd
iTaLiaN bl0od iz maH k1nd
s0o0o st3p aside N l3t me thru
cuz itZ all b0ut mah iTaLiaN cr3w

A heart is not a play thing,
A heart is not a toy,
but if you want it broken,
just give it to a boy.
Boys they like to play with things,
to see what makes them run
but when it comes to kissing,
they do it just for fun,
Boys never give thier hearts away,
they play us girls for fun,
they wait until we give our hearts,
and then they play it cool.
You wonder were he is at night,
you wonder if his true,
one moment youll be happy,
one moment youll be blue.
If you get a chance to see him,
your hear begins to dance,
your life revolves aroung him,
theres nothink like romance.
And then it starts to happen,
youll worry day and night,
you see my friend your loosing him,
it never turns out right.
He may seem sweet and gawjuz,
but remember his a guy,
dont fall in love with just a boy,
that takes alot of nerve.
You see my friend you need a man,
to get what you deserve,
so when you think your in love,
becareful if you can,
before you give your heart away,
make sure his a man.