What I could've become

I'm finally a doctor, treating patients
A superb wife and two kids , very blatant
Wishes he who has barely formed a nerve,
What change could he make in the society he served?

A teenager working hard for his dream,
Curiousity flowing through his bloodstream,
From school to study table his routine oscillates,
Almirahs populated with countless accolades.

A kid who spoke nothing but truth,
Hides the pillow a broken milk tooth,
He sleeps with a wish in his head,
Wakes up with a disappointed morning instead.

Borrowing blood from his mouther's womb,
He rests comfortably in his little room,
Observes his legs,fist and tiny toes form,
Until abortion blows him like a storm.