Two Bags of Seed
When I was born
I came equipped
With two million seeds
Not warm enough
Nor moist enough
Or too many weeds
The sun not out
The soil not rich
Or nothing that one needs
I base my stance
On abortion rights
On the reality of seeds
Copyright © Maureen Mcgreavy | Year Posted 2017
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