Yes, I carried you full-term
But did I really want you?
Are you a fruit of my love?
Were you born for security
Or societal pressure
Acceptance, force, need,
Everything else but love
You are here, and alive
My blood, my kid,
You are his child too
His sperm, his kind
What does it make me
If I can't muster the strength to love you
You are not a fruit of love
Your existence was not my choice
BhaShe
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