We never knew the little joys
Of cats and dogs and Christmas toys;
We never had a birthday cake,
Nor learned from mommy how to bake.
We never threw a ball to dad;
A day of fun we never had;
We lived our lives without a friend,
And no one loved us in the end.
Our mothers never helped us talk;
Our fathers never helped us walk.
As burdens we’d their time consume
As mouths to feed straight from the womb.
We never sucked our mothers’ breasts;
We never hugged our fathers’ chests.
‘Twas by their choice we were not born;
We were not loved; we were not mourned.
Oh, you may look--but ne’er will be--
A photograph of us to see.
We have no names; we have no voice;
We are the children of Pro-Choice.
Thad. R. Hobson
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