Her Story

Not chosen by choice,
but forced against will.
Because of a mistake,
self-respect she would kill.

Now its growing within her,
She's hot with rage.
And that wickedly grin,
now she's driven insane.

Nine months go by,
and her mistake is born.
Labor is fast,
her anger is torn.

One look at the face,
of her new baby boy.
She welcomes the arrival,
and is overfilled with joy.