I have a Name

I have a name and number...
statistics will reveal.
'Twas "equal rights" that cumbered
my right to live and feel.

I was a future citizen
of America, the Free...
But now I am recorded in
statistic's history.

Oh God, Forgive my native Land
They know not what they do.
Oh Lord please show your guiding hand
and help them turn to you.

Dear Lord forgive the mothers
who cannot blush for shame,
for like the billion others...
"Aborted"... is my name.

This poem won first place for the September 2011 poetry contest