nigger babies come a dime a dozen,
my play cousin learnt the hard way
when her unborn son
became the prey to social
convenience and got slurped
up in some statistic that reeks
of genocide; now she hears
baby cries all night in her sleep
because she struggles every
day to make ends meet. while
in the suburbs Becky wrestled
over the choice of whether or
not she wants to keep what
her husband planted deep
inside her womb, so when
she turned it into the tomb
of her baby's soul, it was
so she could continue to meet
her corporate goals and travel
the globe to sell dreams to her clients of being in control of their
personal finances, as more stats
stack like years of convicts
doing time for their bids,
but oh how the taste of reality
is different when considering
the perspective & privilege
of mother's committing
aborticide to their unborn kids.
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