So pointed and graphic, representing the cry of the unborn. This poem speaks volumes.
you know I’m tied to you
bread and wine I share with you
and I know this feeling is new
that you bear life within
that I bug even your skin
but does it mean,
that you can’t give me a chance?
to show you love at least this once?
I know he took part in this and left
or they ganged up and did some theft
but you see mama, not my fault
I didn’t chose to be in you
so these months.. they aren’t few
please don’t discard me yet
do your best, place your bet
that I’m a bundle of joy not pain
when you hold me you’ll see and feel
the warmth in my eyes, my innocence
you will realize, by my presence,
that you’re just as blameless
and together shall we take steps
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