If you are to bear a child
Let someone into you, and release a being into your womb,
Let it grow
And then birth it from your stomach and into the world
You shall not abandon this new life, this new life should be the center of your universe
Not compared to the serpent, because you wanted the apple
There are too many children that live
Unwanted
By their parents with white dust on their nose, whom lock the kids up so they can catch the stars that they should be seeing in the bright green eyes of the child they brought into this earth but then said no
They cannot handle the world
When it is not orbiting around their being
They cannot handle the difficult labor of the being they crafted from the ashes of a poisonous love
They cannot handle the space it takes up, the occupancy, the screaming that leaves their lips because all they want is their mother to look upon them without drowsy eyes and tell them she loves them
Tell them she cares
Tell them she cares more about them then the needles lying all over the house
Tell them she wants them to be happy
Tell them she will read them a bed time story and kiss them goodnight
But all their life ever is, is the echoes of fights, and screams, arguing over money, yelling at them for simply existing
That was when I learned how to cry, silently
When I realized that dope, was more sufficient then love from the mother who bore me
When I realized that dad would never love mom even though he breathed carbon monoxide into her pure lungs, when her adolescence was at its peak
That's when I, was born out of the ashes of their sinful intentions