Voice

from female fetus #55 million:

It is her Right.
I am not a woman yet.
I am a choice, and choices can be
reversed with consequences averted.
I am the formless void of what is to come.
I am the immigrant awaiting deportment.

If I had a name like
Amy or Jane
instead of one like
Regret or Tissue,
would it be more difficult to say goodbye before
hello?

You can click all day long on “like” on your Facebook;
You can research ‘till dawn DNA and my makeup;
You can turn away now and pray hard that I’ll shut up,
but you can’t give a voice to me now?

If I were born yesterday,
would I be less naive than to believe I’d be
more real,
more loved?