Midst the steady heartbeats
a new beat I feel.
I embrace my new born angel
all my aches do heal.
I’m sure the love I feel
is felt by all.
Little do I realize
I’m in for an awakening call.
Far from love, away from care,
all my girl gets is an angry glare.
She’s looked down upon
by those who sought a boy,
Oh! What shall happen to my little bundle of joy?
Will she also suffer, the way that I do?
Will she be traumatized?
I seek for a clue.
Will she ever know how to read?
Will she grow up as another victim of the creed?
Will she be wed at an age too young?
Suppress her wishes? Keep her will unsung?
Will she burnt at her husband’s pyre?
Whether or not, it be her desire?
NO, I decide, it shall happen not.
History shan’t repeat itself,
it isn’t what the leaders sought.
My daughter shall grow, she shall succeed.
She’ll prove to the world, and all of the creed.
A girl can attain as much as a boy,
in fact much more, to a mother’s joy.