I don’t have a name—
Does that make me less human?
Only two people know about me—
Does that mean I’m loved less?
I want to be given a chance,
A single chance to live,
Love,
And be loved—
Daddy says I’m just a mass of cells,
That I don’t matter—
He says that he and mommy can try later,
Later when they’re ready—
Mommy says it isn’t the same—
She says if they tried again,
The next one wouldn’t be me—
Mommy says she loves me already—
She loves me.
I’m not less human,
And I’m not loved less
She calls me, “Nameless”
She’s saving my real name for later,
But for now I’m “Nameless”
