poetry for today

(i wrote this 2 years ago but it still applies today)

Almost Aborted

this is my abortion
29 years- a long time coming
Now she doesn’t want me.
Somewhere abandoned
in a field
kicking around in my own blood
only for a while.
Now she doesn’t want me.
29 years too late
I will Not die.
I am lifted and cleansed
wrapped in silk adorned with jewels
by the hands of women
women with lips of sugar
validating my birth
blessing
my life
if only
they were so lucky
to have a natural-born daughter
such as me