Before I Was Born Poem by Randy McClave

Before I was born you screamed for my life
You protected me from the needle and the knife,
You said that I was a life before my first heartbeat
Even when my mother carried me on the street.
But, then when I was born you wouldn't adopt me
And when I was hungry you wouldn't feed me,
And when I was there begging for assistance
You just gave me hate and resistance.
Before I was born you gave me your belief and support
You screamed for my life on every corner and in every court,
And while I was still in my mother's womb
You swore because of love, it wouldn't become my tomb.
Then when I was brought into this world to be known
You washed your hands clean of me and I was all alone,
You then didn't care if I were to live or die
Not once did you listen to me when I did cry.
Once you said that I was loved and that I was a gift from God
And my life was precious and it should be awed,
But, now I am confused and sad as my soul does mourn
How come you only loved me, before I was born?

Randy L. McClave