There is life before birth.
Forty-six chromosomes, a life with a plan.
The instructions are there, the gender the eye-color, the foot size, even the shade of hair.
All of the instructions are there.
Week one and cells are separated- they're forming groups by specialization:
the basics of a brain, a nervous system, the skin, and the muscles.
The digestive system and circulatory system are practically there.
A child is known and has a plan.
Who am I to decide who lives and who dies?
If I knew my older brother, maybe a sister, would I be who I am today?