She was not born a boy...
Born to live, alive and kicking
Yet, there was no rejoicing
The little bundle was not a joy
For she was not born a boy
Gagged and choked quickly done
They couldn’t handle another one
Muffled, muted, stifled forever
Silenced by the ones held most dear
She wailed and moaned for her life
But no one heard the sound of her cry
(In some parts of India female infants are killed by their own family members particularly in the poor and rural areas as a girl child is considered to be a burden. This poem is for them and their cries which often go unheard.)
For Michael J. Falotico's
contest "Sounds Of a Cry"