be strong

I feel my teeth under my gums. and my bones are hardening.
I'm told my skin is still transparent though
I want to be strong. woah.
as soon as I thought that my hand curled into a fist. wow
it feels odd as I flex my hands.

fingernails! I have fingernails in here!

I was rubbing my fully separated fingers together when I noticed my fingernails.
ooo I can't wait to get them painted with that smelly stuff you silly humans use....what is it? nail polish?
in other news my liver is up and running
and my brain is huge! (I'm not kidding)
oh. how do I know all this stuff. well my friend (or not my friend I don't know)
things are pretty boring in here
we're created with knowledge of everything
but when we take our first breath of air, we forget everything we know
and have to learn it all over again
*sigh* I am convinced that you humans and I are not related. because if we were, I would have the same rights as you, wouldn't I?
but I know I don't
I know you guys and your leaders say it is alright to kill me
wow. how can you elect leaders who support murder?
it doesn't make sense
oh and by the way, I would die a very painful death if you decided to kill me. don't tell me I wouldn't feel it
even if it had been before, when I was an omelet. my soul would take the pain
that's worse than heartbreak

earlobes

I like that word you humans use, earlobes.
they feel all rubbery
oh, you're wondering how I can feel them
well, my shoulders work now, so I can move my fingers with touch pads on them
now my eyelids are fused shut
you people out there don't think I'm alive
and you must certainly not consider me human otherwise it would be wrong to kill me
it's the mother's choice, you say
but why? it's my life
would you let someone else decide if YOU live or die
no. you'd want revenge if someone killed you, right?
but I don't count and it makes no sense
yes, I used to think my mother loved me
but more and more I fear she does not want me, is pretending I'm not here
and I fear the moment when I cease to exist
why should I have to worry about this? my life has barely begun
are we mere animals?
bugs to squash?
have I no value?
why?

Thoughts

as I float here, I grow.
my eyelids are translucent and cover my eyes
but I can still see my hands folded tenderly over my heart. the strange inhuman webbing is fading as my fingers grow longer
my legs now have knees. I enjoy flexing them
and most of all my brain cells are forming pathways so I can learn all the beautiful things of the world
I want to see the world. I want my mom to call me inside after I've run around all day and eat her apple pies. and my dad to help me with my math homework
I want to meet cool people and yell crazy things
I don't like being alone now
as of right now, I can tell my mom is pretending I'm not here. when she hugs her stomach, it's in a "why are you in there?" way
but why? I'll be great I promise
can't say I'll be perfect, but I'll do my best
please don't kill me.......