Carol Mitra Poet Free verse

My God Died Young

I was killed in my mothers womb
Before I was born
My God died young
He did not believe in me.

I had just turned seven
I was the victim of some mans lust
My god died young
He did not believe in me.

I had just turned twelve
And was sold into a Brothel
My God died young
He did not believe  in me

I had just turned eighteen
My face was scarred in rage and jealousy
My god died young
He did not believe in me.

I had just turned twenty
My life was snuffed out 
By my in-laws for dowry
My god died young
He did not believe in me

My God died young
He had no faith in me.

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Caren Krutsinger July 4, 2020 at 9:37 PM This is deeply profound and brave. Carol Mitra July 4, 2020 at 10:08 PM Thanks Caren, being a woman these issues touch me deeply....much appreciated.