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A female foetus is murdered in utero, but pledges to come back through another womb, at another time, but still as a girl child. An incisive poem.
Securely I lie huddled in my mother’s womb Happily I dream Of the day I will place my tiny feet out On the face of this earth Of the verdant green Of the blazing sun Of the golden daffodils Whispering to me
Voices I hear Shaken I feel Unspoken words, unfinished tasks The edge of a steely blade The rigid contours of the human mind Scared and Appalled Is this the world I fathomed? Is this the world am destined to enter?
Slaughtered and butchered My tiny face puckers into a coverlet of tears The innocent me refuses to surrender To give up To die With the last of my effort I cry out to the unconcerned, cruel world Let me live Let me dream Let me not die
How I wish I were a male How I wish I could feel the pincers clutching on to my legs Pulling me out to witness the world of beauty, of glory Alas! I am a wretched female A wretched female I wish to be In my next life In the nine lives to come
Knives I see Blades I see Blood I see They deem me a stillborn I deem myself murdered and throttled I shall come back yet another day I shall come back through yet another womb
Thou shall see me fight and fight To make my sex known To make myself known To defy all odds And make you ponder How I wish I had let her live How I wish I had let her dream How I wish I had let her fly
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