I've never heard a voice so loud as its
It has no name,  yet its name is beautifully written on the platter of its mother's heart..
It has no vain..
No thought..
No face..
No voice..
No shape..

If you've never seen it..
Go to the doctor's crib..
Go to the nurses coop..
Go to that woman on the street that digs out stems from the earth..

You will see its veins..
You will see its blood..
You will see its shape..
You will see how it frowns when coming out of it mother's bowel..

It is called unwanted..
But its mother opened wide her legs to receive it..
She threw it in the dung of a white pad..
She silenced its voice forever..

You still wonder what it is?

It is an unwanted child.....

Rebecca Nneka