ABORTION - by Joyce Rogers

Although it's been a year or so,
Both of my parents still think of me.
On the basis of convenience, I was
Raped of life by cold steel forceps.
This 'tissue', their son, struggled for his last breath.
In saline waters,
On the burning waves of death,
No one understood why I still wanted my mommy.

Copyright © 2002 by Joyce Rogers

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