The creation of a life, the potential, and the gamble
Countless particles to be put right, all elemental, so fundamental
A game of noughts and crosses, y’s and x’s, battle of the sexes
Gather the genetic information, form a plexus, but then fate flexes
Missing material from nature’s recipe, still an entity, she was met to be
Such a fluke of fate just to exist, aren’t we all uniquely, and genetically, freaky?
And they bottle her blood every birthday
And scan her hand right down to the bone
To gauge how much growth she has in her
So she shrinks back to her comfort zone
And if science has its way, will she be terminated, eliminated?
Would these chromosomal quirks be eradicated, obliterated?
Would you choose not to be, if the choice was yours, if you could press pause
Or would you decide to proceed, with all your flaws, and the complications they’ll cause
And they bottle her blood every birthday
And scan her hand right down to the bone
To gauge how much growth she has in her
So she shrinks back to her comfort zone
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