Poetry; FOETUS CRY

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I was little, cold in my own blood
Momma opened up the door
For the life saver to have me flood
Out from my comfort, onto a maple floor

Momma, you opened up to have me in
Why then you call me too early, out of the inn?
When I just began to feel the texture of the wall
Timorously, I listened to my untimely call

I could barely move my parts
I was tender, and treated as shafts
Momma! Feel the pain I feel
Allow me not to be tenderly kill

When I thought I was receiving a warm reception
Then the voice sounded clearer;
It’ll only take a few minutes for the termination
I shivered by the words of the killer

In just weeks of my arrival
They have my end pronounce
Medico, responsible for my survival
Want me extricated even without a nuance

When I hoped to see you momma
To feel the warmness of your arms
You sent me back sooner
Only to embrace the pit’s arms

Momma, that’s what I would call you
If only you let me came to being
You emptied my emptiness into the hallow of my shadow

If only I could cry for your cruelty
But I’ll have my brothers rip my vengeance


Written and edited by Adeyemo Nathaniel