But I’m here
I didn’t choose to be
But I’m glad to be
Many have come before me
And many will come after
But as for me
I’m here at the moment
Many will never arrive
Many will never have the fate as I
To exist and expire
Laugh and cry
Small things taken for granted
An infant’s mortality assumed
It’s woeful to some
Oblivion to others
I can’t imagine not being here
Can you? Or can you?
Pro life, pro choice
No life, no choice
I am but a speck of dust
A living breathing speck
I didn’t choose to be
But I’m glad some chose for me
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