There's one there,
And another over there.
Bulging bellies fill the halls and block the views of the whiteboard.
It should be a shock to hear of one,
Yet everyone's taking bets on who will be next.
There is no judgement, nor should there be.
The acceptance and expectation to be a mother
Before graduation, it's appauling.
Yet they parade their pride
About whose due date is sooner
And whose baby daddy is still around.