the cry of the newborn
once a single cell divided
with the cry of the newborn
comes the title human
until,
silencing the cry of the newborn
from a single cell dividing
maturing
with the trocar
and scissors
comes the title
aborted
from single cell divided
until the cry of the newborn
does a human not exist?
the question remains
what is human?
unanswered
the genocide of the fetus
continues unabated
Poetry
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Your poem was done really well. It really shows the speaker’s stance on abortion. I do suggest to reread your poem and work on you sentence structure. Some words in your poem sounded a little choppy.
I love this. Not only is it passionate, as I can sense your bias about your belief, but it also has the tone of internal dialogue with oneself and one’s one consciousness, which I like! Awesome.
I like the internal rhythm of this poem as it is. I think it works as Grace said, an internal dialogue. I even appreciate the diction. These are dangerous thoughts, they are heavy and hard thoughts, but you step forward one foot at at time to address them and get to the truth.