What is the abortion poem written in the future?

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ABORTION – A POEM From the Baby's Perspective They don't know I can hear them, as they argue once again. My Mom and Dad are yelling, saying, 'what if it's a sin?' I hear my Father pacing, as he walks across the room, But, I am safe and cozy here inside my Mother's womb. In four more months, I'm going to see, the look upon their face, But, now I am still growing, as I look around this place. I have all my fingers, and I see all of my toes, I think that I am perfect, as my little body grows. They don't know I'm a little girl, I hope they are surprised, I can't wait to see the happy look that's in their eyes. I know that I have sisters, and I know I have a brother, I wonder what they meant by, 'we just can't afford another.' I hear my Daddy saying, 'the appointment is tomorrow.' Then he walked out and all I'm feeling now is Mommy's sorrow. It's late as I can feel my Mommy crawling into bed. I wonder why she's crying, as I feel her pat my head. Oh well, it's time to go to sleep, she's laying on her back. I feel so comfortable tonight, I don't think I'll attack. Sometimes when she is on her back, it doesn't feel quite right, And sometimes all that I can do is toss and turn all night. But I am comfortable tonight, so I can get some sleep, And as I slowly close my eyes, I hear my Mother weep. Then suddenly I hear my Dad say, 'wake up sleepy head, We're going to the doctor's office, so get out of bed.' It is early morning, and I slept all through the night, But now I feel my Mother tensing, something isn't right. I hear my Daddy saying, 'time to get that baby out,' And now I become worried, as I hear my Mother shout. I must have been mistaken, and I must have counted wrong, Could it already be nine months? It didn't seem that long. I've heard them talk "cesarean" my brother came that way, If that is how I will be born, this is my lucky day. Now I hear more voices, of a doctor and a nurse, But, wait a minute, I feel pain and it is getting worse. What is going on, I want to see my Mom and Dad, But all I feel is pain and it is really getting bad. I'm starting to get woozy, I hope this is over soon, I see the light as I am being dragged out from the womb. I'm losing strength, I can't go on, my body is so weak, And now there's nothing left to do, so I drift off to sleep. Then suddenly I am awake, now what's that beating sound, I do not see my Mom and Dad, they're no where to be found. The pain is gone, and I feel like I'm flying through the air, And I am in the arms of someone, that must really care. I feel the tender arms I'm in, and I feel so much love, And then I realize, they are the angels from above. My mind is so confused, and all my thoughts need to be sorted, But then I understand, when one of them whispers, "aborted."

Thomas

Murder is all I know

Ludwig

Is this like, a poem about what the kid could remember when it was a 'blob'?