'For Our Children' Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

Mama, just because I am little
It doesn't mean that I don't know
I sense your emotions and your confusion
About letting me go

I tried to kick and reach out for you
To assure you things will be ok
I wish you wouldn't listen to society
And believe I'll just ‘go away'

Mama, your womb has been my only home
I've cherished our silent connection
But now you want me out
Forced from my only protection

Mama, your voice is the only one I know
And maybe you don't think I can hear
But it lulls me gently to sleep
And draws you ever more near

Mama, I can't promise you'll regret your decision
Or even give me a thought
To look back on your life and wonder
At the happiness I could have brought

Maybe you won't wonder who I'd be
Or imagine me at a glance
Still, I could never want revenge on you
All I wanted was a chance

Mama, I want you to know I was a life
And the liberals can stand on pro-choice
But I'm not some tumor or lifeless person
Just because I don't have a voice!

America, I don't understand your people
They flaunt rainbows and protest that black lives matter
They'll march down and yell in the streets
And make the window shatter

They decry animal cruelty
And will give almost anything a fuss
But I just have one question to ask them,
Why don't you care about us?

What about the children of the blacks and whites?
You hear that our body parts are sold and don't bat an eye
Maybe if you would stand up for your children
We wouldn't have to die

Mama, I wish you would have wanted me
I wish I could have had just one hug and kiss and understand
I never expected you to be the perfect mother
I know I wasn't planned

But Mama, this sin is on your soul
Abortion is never the answer, I say
All your burdens would have been relieved
If you would have only prayed.