The privilege you see
from responsibility
of mothering me.

You have the notion
I'm just a portion
a small quotient
of a whole person

Why not abort
I'm just a part
a partial heart
a windblown fart.

Go ahead, no harm
just a lifeless form
ripped and torn
never born.

author, little miss blair
©copyright 2001

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