Out of a number of sperm cells, I emerge winner
As I long for your constant warmth and shelter
My hope’s built on beholding my beautiful pillar
Soon momma you’ll come to the realization of my existence within
My little vulnerable features will be seen
As I solely depend on your haven
In your uterus filled with comfort and warmth, I’ll be flourished
With your food I will be constantly nourished
And will not be impoverished
But momma, the clock ticks slowly
Yet time goes swiftly
As I await your choice patiently
Will you love to hear my first cry?
Will you love to see my first smile?
Or would you love it if I die?
Will you let me thrive and glow?
Or will you watch my blood flow?
And let me go
I’m sorry if I’ve put you in a tight corner
Tick tock… your choice momma
© Victory Ben