This little poem is offerred, in the spirit of being pro-choice - it is lovingly offered to those being denied the choice.  The choice of whether they want to live and breathe, to love and be loved.  The greatest moral tragedy unfolding in history is the legalized slaughter of our unborn babies.  To those silent cries, I dedicate this: Who am I? Who am I? I am the one denied the dawn the one without an embrace The sun my skin will not warm the rain won't dance on my face Who am I? I am the weakest of them all The one without a voice My dreams destined to fall My hopes hostage to "choice" Who am I? I am the one who will not be allowed to smile at the moon, to frown at the cloud Nobody gave me the benefit of the doubt Nobody gave me the chance to shout I am the one given no room my life snuffed out..... from womb, to tomb It could have been you, instead of me Denied a voice, by some decree It could have been you, instead of me Never knowing what it is to be free.