Poetry

Gestation

Pig (Sow) confined in an abusive gestation crate.
Pig (Sow) confined in an abusive gestation crate.

Look beyond the bars of my six by two world.

See me as a mother, a daughter, a girl.

Pregnant, imprisoned, unable to move;

Terror growing faster than the litter in my womb.

I will carry my young three months, three weeks, and three days;

I’ll never see my children, or life, outside of a cage.

My babies were bred to suffer horrifying fates.

So that heartless people will have unneeded bacon on their plates.

A victim of gluttony; this is my life, my misery, my sorrow.

This vicious industry will impregnate me again tomorrow. 

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