A fetus is the product of irresponsible adults.
Here I am, without a name, I don't even know why I'm here.
I don't even know if I just live for a few months…
I want to be loved, I want to be born, staring at the inside of the mother's body.
I felt something go fast, it was the second month of consciousness.
I can't do anything yet, before long, here comes a plug…
I was scraped out, the pain goes through my incomplete body.
My mother's screaming stings my ears.
People in white gowns picked me up.
In their cruel eyes, I see myself, covered with blood without a right arm.
They wrapped me in a black plastic sheet.
Loosing consciousness, I try to think calmly.
If you love me the way I am, even if I'm deformed, it is fine with me. I can't forgive you.
If you can't love me, I rather die as I am.
That's why I don't bother to cry like a newborn baby, and I'll just sleep in peace.
Just once, I want to feel my mother's love with my hand.
This may be love, thank you.
The door was tightly closed and will never open again.
I must be yours in the future.
La, la, la…
The body will be burnt until it has disappeared