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
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