India’s Daughter
By M.A.Avé
I sowed a seed of sorrow
In the soil of my mother’s soul
I would not love her tomorrow
A dead child has no role.
I laughed and played and swirled
And hugged her from inside
Hearing tales of another world
She mourned in lullabies
My father taught me hate
His first words to her belly
“In my hands is your fate
A boy, you had better be”
My father was fed with lies
Of what my worth would be
A contemptible girl child
Where death would set me free.
The next day I was born
But I plead to stay inside
A sheltered bond was torn
Handed in her arms to hide
My mother could not save me
Because I was born a girl
before I could be a baby
I was filtered by our world.
I closed my eyes in peace
Touched by heaven with time
She could not rescue me
“Don’t cry mom, I’ll be fine”.
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