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Mom, why do you hate me?
I was part of your flesh and blood.
What did I do to cause such insensitivity?
Creation entrusted you with our kindred.
I will never perceive the light of day,
no trees, animals, flowers, or an ocean.
I will never experience a pleasurable payday,
for a week's work of my chosen profession.
I will never win a sport's trophy,
and I will never be lovingly kissed.
My future wife will never find me,
and my children will never exist.
I cannot forgive you for my death,
and there will never be another me.
I will never experience my first breath,
through this abortion tube of no empathy.
A controversial write by novelist Chuck Keyes
© October 2012