Pregnant woman smoking,
Which bit will you damage next?
Perhaps a brain cell here and there?
Perhaps a heart beat could be vexed.
You never know, perhaps a toe.
Your inhaling has in sight,
Or maybe the baby’s liver
Is to be rendered not quite right.
The choice is not entirely yours,
Smoke will have its own quiet way,
And, passively, the babe you carry
Simply has no say.
So, this is for your baby
Taking its hurt to heart.
Speechless little victim.
Let this poem voice your part.