............................................... on the.................................................
moth eaten pages,
i pen
the discovery,
i dread
my existence
in this world.
in the abode of black men,
among the filth of mankind,
scattered in those dimly lighten ghettos
relaying an unforgivable legacy
i stood
as a moss covered relic
silhouetted against the light
a moppet,
born in this tabooed world
a scar upon my kins
who likely preferred a boy
biped,
standing alone in the moor
beheld a future
turned into debris
like flies ,
swarming around a glare
many a cold hapless eyes ,
i met
hovering over me
eyeing me - a hellion
and soon they drew my fate
every door
shut upon my face
forcing me
to creep in to corners
and live
under the shadows
to defy them proved grim
only to be hugged
often by heartless whips
or burnt by cigarette thuds
thus like a ****
amid st the bean stalk
they uprooted me
from their lives
and thawed my efforts
to seek the world
after all who am i
a girl
yes a girl
a taboo....
or a disgrace?
i was killed
murdered...in my mothers womb
my blood spilled
before i was born
before i could see
before i could breath
they choked me
to death
from life
from
me ....
though female infant mortality rates have gone down in the past couple of years there a still thousands of babies who are killed before birth.......