I was destined to come out of the womb...
Until your doctor-performed my abortion.
Then I was naught...
My entry was caught.
My life ended...
Our three blood-types-still blended.
I am no more...
Are you happy?
I am sore...
I am no more.
I am a successful abortion...
No feet-a miss-mashed, contortion.
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-successful-abortion/
