No, I won't...
A poem about children, by a purple haired nut

No, I won't change my mind,
I've felt this way all my life.
Yet not matter how many times I say,
The assuranances stay.
You'll change your mind when your older,
You just need to find the right one.
No, I won't.
But what if they do and you don't,
How selfish can you be?
Then the answer is simple,
Don't be with me.
You'll end up alone,
With no one to care for you.
If it means that I'm happy,
Then so let it be.
Why whenever babies are mentioned,
And I casually state my personal intentions,
Am I bombarded with truths,
That really aren't so.
I tell them my reasons,
I don't like babies, or toddlers or children.
Oh, it's different when it's your own.
I have genetics I don't want to pass down.
Then adopt.
I'm not ready to have them,
I'm not at all ready.
Nobody is till they have one,
You'll see.
Why should I see,
Just because I can,
Doesn't mean that I should.
I'd rather live alone,
Safe and secure.
Than bring in another life,
And make our lives misery.
Alone I'm okay.
I'm fine without,
So I'm not missing out.
If only they'd accept
No I won't...
And leave me the hell alone.




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