Unborn tear

When they talk about life starting at conception

I understand, I don’t deny it

I think about the tears that women almost cry

That never get a chance to know her face

Or the palms of her hands

To embrace the ground

Because she was told to be ashamed or guilty or because it was pushed away with force

I think of all the many colors of emotions that never see daylight but stay hidden in an underworld of my body 

I think of the life that women almost live, the passion in her bones that almost ignite 

But she puts it away, maybe tomorrow

So I don’t know what is worth more, that is a question of philosophy without an answer

But I think a single unborn tear of a woman 

Has a life

Has a value