A letter From The Fetus

My father to be,

If my mother to be wakes you up in the middle of the night,

Saying that she wants oily chips,

That it is not her, but me who wants it,

It is a lie,

I do not even know how chips looks like,

I am just a fetus.

My father to be,

If my mother to be calls you at 10 am in the morning,

Saying that she craves fried fish,

And that you have to rush back home with it A.S.A.P,

That it is not her, but me who craves for it,

It is a lie,

I have never seen fish,

I am just a fetus.

My father to be,

If my mother to be rejects vegetable soup,

And instead asks for goat soup,

Saying that it is me who has rejected it,

It is a lie,

How can I reject it and I am locked up inside her womb,

I am not given freedom to push things away,

Let her not use me as a scape-goat,

If she wants goat soup, let her just tell you that she wants goat soup.

My father to be,

If my mother to be refuses to give you sex,

Or says that she does not love you anymore,

That it is not her, but me who does not like you,

It is a big lie,

I have nothing to do with your sex life,

If she does not want to sleep with you, the decision is hers, not mine,

As far as I am concerned,

I just can’t wait to see you,

If she does not want you anymore, let her just say it,

She should not use me,

I am just a fetus,

I do not know the difference between love and hate,

Right and wrong,

Fish and snake.

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