All these fights
Over women’s rights
And yet you forget
That it’s a death threat
You’d take my life
With an abortionist’s knife
As I float in the dark
You quench my life spark
Why do you try
To justify
My untimely death
My stolen breath?
How can you say
That I have no worth
When others would’ve rejoiced
On the day of my birth?
The Wisdom of Gavroche 