Unwanted Girl Child
Out of the womb I slip
In fluids and blood I drip
The umbilical cord has a snip
My pulse does a skip
Hands all over me grip
In hope and faith I dip
But why do I sense a rip
My soul just had a strip
'Not a girl!' - on someone's lip
My heart feels a sharp nip
Worse than a leather whip
Sorry I did not gyp
My gender I cannot flip
I'm hungry, I need a sip
But I lay unwanted on this trip
Yes, I lay unwanted on this trip!
Copyright © Sima Mittal | Year Posted 2015
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