Am finally here, I beamed
In a world that I dreamed
When I saw grandma’s lip curl
And say it is a baby girl
Unfamiliar it all seemed
As all the men screamed
This day that I bloomed
They said all was doomed
Where first cries were treasured
In angry voices they were buried
We want her no more, they said
It’s only ill luck I bred
I meant good to none
Save her, the only one,
One, who would stop to bother
She, my poor dear mother
Yet, I felt her palm moisten
Momma,not this bad, bitter poison
Momma, give me your goo’ food
Pray, why should I be done for good?
Minds crooked and bent, O’Gracious Death
Tell me, is this life’s worth?
This world, I know, I shall never miss
Please silence me, with your kiss
Picture by Sklttledog under CC license