the baby killer

By pawnshop poet •
BATHING IN A SEA OF WARMTH
THEY SAY I'M NOT HUMAN
SO SMALL AND FRAGILE
YOU SAY YOU DON'T WANT ME
CONCEIVED IN A MOMENT OF PASSION
FORGOTTEN BY THE ONES WHO MADE ME
SIMPLE BUT I HAVE A NEED
TO BE LOVED BEYOND THIS WOMB
WILL I BE BEAUTIFUL
WILL I BE STRONG
WILL I SERVE A PURPOSE
OR WILL I LIVE LONG
I SENSE THE END IS NEAR
OR HAS IT JUST BEGUN
MY ARMOUR IS FRAIL
I HAVE NO DEFENSE
LET ME OUT TO SPREAD MY WINGS
AND SING A LULLABY TO YOU
ROCK SLOWLY IN MY MOTHERS ARMS
AND FALL ASLEEP AT NIGHT FOR YOU
ALL THIS AND MORE
I LOOK FORWARD TO
A YOUNG LIFE WITH MY HANDS ON HIGH
YET ALL THAT SAID AND DONE
WHEN SADLY ME FIRST SIGHT IS DR. TILLER