Abortion makes me cry.
That was US.
Sitting in our mothers,
A little miracle waiting to happen.
And then we did happen.
We grew and grew and our mothers
Held us and sang to us
And talked to us
And thought of us 24/7.
Then there we were, in her arms,
In our fathers,
In our adoptive parents.
But whoever it was,
They looked at us and cried,
Smiling at the future
And the present and everything to
Possibly come.
We were HERE.
In this wonderful,
Beautiful world.

But we lost many.
We watched them
Get ****** out,
Get thrown away.
We felt them die.
We felt the fear,
And the pain.
The burning pain.
And all we could think of
Was 'one of us is gone.'
We didn't know
We were alive
Because of spite
And anger.
We only knew our mothers
Whistle
And voice and laugh
And walk.
We knew nothing of
How or why,
Just that it was.
But we were gone anyways.