An Infantile's Stance On Abortion

I struggled between millions of sperm And I made it to conception I came as morrow I was happy and proud That I would grow into a feotus; I didn’t miss my brothers and sisters Even as I bade them goodbye Grateful I would finally encounter another world much spoken about I came swaddled in innocence Joyous in that warm welcoming womb Covered with blood and mucus Growing into flesh My tiny organs developing The angels nurturing and busking my little mind For things to come I sit there awaiting the glorious day But I arrived much too early in the world In the clutches of the double crochet