Poems Abortion

Poems Abortion

I’m walking down this shiny street

stopping at every shop I see

and shaking every hand I meet

and all of this is touching me

sour, bitter, and rarely sweet

Moments die and poems rise

then most will fall right at my feet

and only lives whose flash is strong

for they don’t wait for your receipt

Their souls visit me in my dreams

they never wait or take a seat

Just want to play and tease my heart

“We are the victims of mistreat,

you seemed pretty through human eyes,

for you have mastered that deceit,

So here we are to savor this

and witness your fall and defeat

Someone out there will treat us right

Someone whose heart does more than beat”