Monday, March 14, 2011

Fruit of the Wound

We don't ask to be born
to have our feeding tubes removed
and be cast out from comfort
by those who carry us

This animosity we harbor
is prenatal in nature and natural
like the guttural cries we make
as we're washed out in blood

It's a case where cage-free
leaves an unpleasant after taste
a reminder we're embryos eating eggs
that we're still trapped in limbo

Parasites who pretend at altruism
we bear affected affection
with a grin as often as we can
until we simply cannot

We don't ask to die
to have our feeding tubes removed
and be cast out from comfort
by those who carry us

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