Let Me BE
I crouch here close to tears,
the sound of your heartbeat caresses my ears.
This may be all the warmth I'll ever know,
but I know much more than you think.
I have great perceptive instincts,
though I may not live to ever let them show.
My eyes though tiny, cry already.
I know something's wrong - my future unsteady.
Mother you won't wait nine months I can see,
but there are couples hoping every day.
Ones with the will but not the way
and this death row thing was never meant to be!
I could grow up and make you - oh so proud
with my gift for speech - if I'm allowed.
The willing student - I'd love the chance to be.
It's hard to say at this early stage
if I could be the one to find a cure for AIDS.
I beg you Mother - don't pull the plug on me!