2015-08-19

詩Room in Your Womb

Why do I care?
Because I'm a member
Of the human race
Because I have to take that drive
To the Selective Service meeting
That your womb gets you out of
Like any great gift of power
It is also a weapon
And a responsibility?
A baby is the only
Infinitely variable machine
Made by unskilled labor
You make up stories
That I despise you
Because you bleed
And ooze milk
To make me feel guilty
For my callous adoration
But it's a lie you tell
So you don't have to make me
Any room in your womb

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