“Look at her,” you utter, “I’d smack that.”
Why would such words be muttered-
“I’d smack that” like some show horse.
A strong pet to the back of the neck.
What a phrase to place a hand upon a face,
And it echoes for years to come:
                   SMACK!
Words spill forth, even through bruised lips.
I say that you’d be placed in her womb,
So you can be born into her world.
Thus, to see and hear yourself;
Hear from outside your contrived language.
Knowing now how, more then a hand, words
                   SMACK!
I hear the phrase, “I’d smack that,”
And shiver because of the grotesque picture.
Not only does she carry your offspring,
She is indeed a human being.
Part of Man, nay, rather Human-Kind.
Try her shoes on and see if you’d like a
                   SMACK!