Unplanned
Unwelcome
No one seemed to care
Never even meant to exist
Strapped with a life unfair
A life without choice
Put into such a place
A path with no chance
To ever win the race.
Unfit
Unworthy
Unloved
Blamed for all life’s ills
How is the child at fault
To the point of crushed wills
Brought in for a purpose
To fill a specified need
A trophy for the show
And carry their precious seed
Ungrateful
Uncaring
Spiteful
For choosing not to follow the plan
For taking a route against the appointed
Deciding not to propagate the clan
It is the duty, the job
To provide more of the same
Not make a path of their own
To not play that game
Demanded to answer the question
Had their life really been so bad
That they would choose not to replicated it
Yes, it was really that bad
Yes, the reality was really that sad.
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