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Will I Survive Roe v Wade

Eight weeks ago,
my daddy's sperm 
connected with Mommy's egg.

A miracle explosion of living energy; 
molecules merged, 
cells divided, multiplied, took form.

My heart beats,
my limbs move,
and although I cannot yet see,
my ears hear, and I feel pain.

Smaller than my daddy's 
thumbnail, is the size 
of my perfectly formed little feet. 

Someday, they will carry me
across green grass, through cool water
and over burning sand.

 But only if I live to term.

© Faye Adams  1/20/2009



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