Stillbirth Stories

The mentor said, "I do not care for your stillbirth stories."
First of all, lady, he wasn't born dead. He lived. He lived.
 
The sci-fi writer said, "You'll find a market for your tears."
First of all, dude, your heart may be stone, but mine is not.
 
I do not write to appease you, my readers, or market myself.
I write because my baby boy left me, before his proper time.
 
I write because nine months, on the inside, is enough to know.
Even if sixty-two minutes, on machines, on the outside, is not.
          Keywords: stillbirth stories, he lived, market-stone,
          appease you, left me, inside-outside