Cry Of The Unborn Poem by JOBY JOHN

The limited space, I thought the world
The world of my existence and being
I thought I would be safe there
Timely food and comfort life
And being part of her body and soul
But I wonder How it happened
My mere existence became a curse
No provoking or hatred words
'But my existence' she felt as both
I am crushed as if an enemy
And I am waiting to be removed
From the womb to the tomb
To the tomb is honor and blessing
But I wonder why I am in the bin
Am I a person or a pound of flesh?