Poetry 

Unborn

 

She's so young; she's not even born

They call her an it, she doesn't even have a gender

Just wait a few days/weeks, though

But she'll have to wait 9 months for a name

She's called an accident, a mistake to fix

When I know she's a miracle to be loved

Why does she have to be the one to blame, called a choice

When today there's a chance to be save.
 

By: Monica