Not about me


Designer baby

She was their first child and in need

They had to make me to help her succeed

My life started with surgery after another

I was an abnormal child not like many others

My life was all about my sister not me

From day one I was used for parts that's all I was to be

When she's cured I'll be thrown away

All my parts used I was never meant to stay

I give all my parts for her to stay alive

I was just made for her... never really expected to arrive




Poetry by Dark Angel
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Written on 2007-01-05 at 04:24

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Kathy Lockhart
power insight dealing with the ethics of today in reproduction. well done.
2007-01-11