I AM
Victor Buono Lyrics

In 1938, I was born.
I came into existence in the year 1938.

Properly, sufficiently, and despite a few hysterical shepherds, quietly.
I was born in a safe environment without any complications, except for a few people who may have panicked.

Nine months after my life began.
My life started nine months before I was born.

March 3rd I am.
On the day of March 3rd, I exist.

As of now, I am.
At this moment, I exist.

I'm not very much but even the smallest crumb of bread is still bread, whatever "bread" is.
Although I am insignificant, I am still who I am, just like how even the smallest portion of bread is still considered as bread.

Well, I may not be as big as a crumb, but I'm just as good as a crumb and I'm as much me as a crumb is a crumb! So, there!
Even though I am small, I am still valuable and unique, just like how a crumb is still itself and holds its own worth.

I am, NOW!
I exist in the present moment.

What am I?
I wonder who I am.

I'm sleepy.
I feel tired and sleepy.

March 10th I'm a boy. I mean I'm gonna be. It's all settled in advance because I got 22 pair of ordinary chromosomes plus one X chromosome and a Y chromosome and I like bugs. Whatever "bugs" are.
I will be a male child as my physical and genetic characteristics have already been determined, and I also have an interest in bugs, although I don't fully understand what they are yet.

A lot of other things have been decided in advance, too. I'll have myopic, light blue eyes like my mother and I'll be left-handed like my father, and 6'4" tall with big bones and big feet like my mother's father and I'll love music like my uncle Geoff and I'll be able to play the piano as well as anyone who's 6-4, big footed, left-handed, and myopic and I'm going back to sleep.
Many of my physical, personality, and skill-related traits have already been determined, such as my eye color, handedness, height, and interests in music and piano playing. I am going to sleep now.

You know it's funny. I know so much about me but I don't even know what my mother looks like. And she doesn't even know I'm living here under her heart. But she's warm, I know. And soft. And kind to give cradle to an imperfect stranger and share with him her blood.
It's strange that I know a lot about myself, but I have never seen my mother's appearance, and she may not even know that I am living inside her womb. However, I can sense that my mother is warm, soft, and caring, having given shelter and nourishment to an unknown and incomplete being, such as myself.

(gasping) My heart started beating all by itself and it scared the heck out of me!! Better get used to it – it's going to go on for a long time.
I experienced a sudden and independent heart rate, which can be frightening at times, but it will continue beating for a long time, so I should get used to it.

April 14th BULLETIN – FLA-A-ASH! Ha-ha-ha, is that rabbit sick! Whatever a "rabbit" is. Whatever "sick" is. But now my mother and father know; they're probably working on names. (whispering) David – David!
I learned about a new term, 'rabbit', which seems to be sick, but I don't fully understand the meaning of the word 'sick'. My mother and father are now aware of my existence and may be deciding on a name for me, such as 'David'.

May 5th It's very nice here; warm always and safe. On the other hand (I've got another hand now, too) there's nothing really to do. When I was little it was enough to be . . . just to be. All I had was awareness, which was great, but a foot's fun, too. What's the good of having a perfectly good mouth without a puppy's ear to put in it? Or 10 whole fingers without an uncle's eye to stick them in? With All Due Respect, Mom, I WANT OUT! Or is it "in"? We can't go on like this forever; I'm going to be 6-4, remember? With light blue eyes, whatever "blue" is, whatever "light" is. I'm healthy, and willing, and ready to stand on my rights, and if that's not enough, I'm able to kick.
Although it is a pleasant and secure place where I am living, I feel bored and unstimulated, as there is nothing much to do here. As a growing fetus, just having awareness was enough, but now I desire to experience more sensory activities with my body parts, such as putting ears or eyes into my mouth and fingers, and I can't do it in here. I want to be out of my mother's womb soon and experience the outside world with my own eyes, ears, mouth, and hands. I want to exercise my rights to explore and enjoy life. I am also physically capable of kicking if it comes to that.

May 19th Today my mother killed me.
Unfortunately, on May 19th, my mother underwent a medical procedure, such as an abortion, that led to the termination of my life even before I was born.