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Infertility

Be kinder to the tree, they say 
Don’t poke or prod or cut at it 
Don’t try to break its branches 
Don’t run up to attack it 

Be kinder to the fish, they say 
Be gentle with the guppies 
If caught just let it swim away 
Don’t try and fish for copies 

Be kinder to the little guy 
Be softer, like a mother 
I know you’re meant for it, they say 
Helped raise your younger brother 

Oh but I won’t, Oh but I can’t 
Don’t want to live the horrors 
I choose to not participate 
To not hand out disorders 

Pass down our long-lived misery
Pass down all of our karma 
I choose to be a butterfly 
Not trapped in my own armor 

And now my future is in halves
Two choices on the table 
To birth a child, or to not 
I choose to not be able  

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