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............................................... 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 ....
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
my existence.....
............................................... 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.......
#girl#society#shadow#existence#child#mortality#filth#killers#infant#taboo#dredful
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
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