That Old Declaration

“How can I bring a child into this,
our fucked-up world? I just don’t think that’s right.”
I’ve heard the claim that global messiness
disputes gestation of new life. It might
make sense if birth were for the embryo
alone – to set an egg-and-sperm to grow.
How full or halfway empty is your cup?
We all need little kids, to cheer us up…

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2 Responses to That Old Declaration

  1. Blunt Pencil's avatar Bluntpencil says:

    Maybe someday the chaos will end

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