The Unborn
You have to be 21 to drink,
you have to have a license to drive,
you have to be 18 to serve your country,
you don't need anything to bring a life into this world.
You don't have to be an adult,
you don't need a license,
you don't need anyone's permission,
you don't even have to be in love.
You can be a good or bad parent,
you can be neglectful,
you can be hurtful,
you can choose not to have it.
You have a voice,
you have a choice.
The baby doesn't have a voice,
the baby doesn't have a choice.
What did that child do?
Did he or she choose you?
Does the baby have a say about anything?
No it doesn't.
So give it a chance to live,
give it a chance to grow up,
give it a chance to impress you,
give it a chance to be the best thing that ever happened to you.
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