My Body, My Choice
(A letter from a mom through Wain)
Dear Unborn Child,
How many cells are you?
One, two, maybe much more
Some say life is worth living
But I’m honestly not sure
Your timing isn’t good
I’m not ready for a child
Being a mom is so hard
And this world is very wild
I could talk about me
About my freedom and sex life
About how I can enjoy pleasure
Whether single or someone’s wife
I could talk about you
About when you have moral worth
About how you’re gonna hurt me
And how you could kill me at birth
But let’s talk about this world
This place you want to be
There are reasons to question
Whether it’s good for you or me
From the moment you are born
No matter where you arrive
This life tries to kill you
It’s a struggle to survive
Ugly germs will invade you
Your body will try to defend
You may win some battles
But the attacks will never end
Your own body may attack you
Cancer is the king of the hill
The things that make you grow
Are the same things that try to kill
Many bugs live in and on you
They create a stinky smell
If you don’t hide the odor
People won’t treat you well
People are a hard problem
They give both love and hate
If you trust the wrong people
Heartache will be your fate
You will feel like you are special
A person with rights, not an it
But each day you will be humbled
Like animals you have to shit
Happiness is big puzzle
You will yearn for it every day
But the more you try to grasp it
The faster it will slip away
This life is more than hard enough
But death may bring suffering in hell
Some say belief is what matters
Others say you need to live well
From the moment you are born
You start the process of dying
Diet, exercise, hope all fail
So what’s the point of trying?
Love is probably the one thing
That makes this sad life worth living
But a mom who doesn’t want you
Can’t welcome you with thanksgiving
You sound like you want to live
Your heart beats like a clear voice
But my life matters more to me
Sorry – It’s my body, my choice
Enjoy Heaven,
Your Mom