Grotesque Through Incoherence Shame
Might maroon a baby, destined to a defenceless youth,
without any milestones and losing control !
Three months, baby, you’re a future human conception just
started out.
Whether you were expected or not, it adults face up
responsabilities.
Four months, at embryonic state you’re becoming a foetus.
Hey mommy, do you feel my gesture ?
He’s waiting for you with open arms, so do the same at
his birth, before coming with harmlessness into this
bitch life, even if it’s hidden in his subconscious,
basically his first thoughts are : “Fuck you”.
While hoping that his man ain’t a weak, and that he will
acknowledge his progeny.
Six months already viable.
Nine months time has come, first cry, first scream, maybe
for ever, umbilical cord ruptured, no matter if it’s with
a shard or a wirecutter in a dilapidated slum.
Mommy, may you give him landmarks and choke him with
affection, never repudiate him and give him what he never
asked. Protect him, guide him, accompany him until the
out of conclusion of his education.
