There are places beyond in my mind Past time to where I first learned the rhyme

Got an award one day at UCLA and had to walk past ProLIFERS with both my parents, my dad who’s just shrugging because god knows HE SO DOES NOT WANT to get into a convo about abortion with ME and my mother who was all religious (still is) and didn’t want an abortion back in the day (i.e. ME)…so we of course stop at the table so my mom can sign their petition. I’m like “no thanks” when they paw at me, the chick’s like “are you for the death of little babies?” I’m like, “yes, actually”. The girl’s all taken aback and I tell her, “Well, I once read this theory that a woman should be able to abort a baby up to TWO years after birth…and yeah, that seemed ok.” [deadpan] My mom starts laughing and so do I, my mom goes “Faith, you’re really sick ya know?” and I turn to the lady as we leave, “It’s just that some kids might have a better chance in another life, that’s all…” Of course I was getting an award for leadership so I’m not saying I wish I was aborted, but I am a firm believer that kids should be a blessing not a mistaken curse, cause THEY’RE THE ONES WHO GET TO LIVE IT OUT…not the parents. And then they in turn have kids who stand a good chance of getting mistreated…and the wonderful cycle of life goes on. I see abortion as a women’s and kid’s right issue, but that really goes to my deepest belief that fetus/children do not suffer more than a momentary flash of confusion…vs. a whole lifetime of unwanted ness and perhaps even worse, because I’m pretty sure that most people who don’t want to have a baby, THEY REALY DON’T WANT TO BE PREGNANT, hence the abortion. In this society a woman is often her children, there’s an unspoken, spoken and even legal bond…and if a woman decides she’d rather not enter into that contract…that’s a good thing.

the smallest majority has been missing from united authority hundreds of years

I’ll love

It might take the rest of my life To figure out how

let me go resist temptation to entangle me

You come out of my bathroom, just having taken a shit, like a cat proud to have left a piece of you behind

one that will wound, hopefully tears will spring!

By logic We are both fine

Oh how I’m trying now burrowing a way