Let me open my eyes, you see,
The beautiful world is waiting for me.
Why do you mourn?
Just because I am X
And not Y chromosome.
Though my progress is slow and steady,
I have taken my birth already.
Of all the weeks I have spent with you,
Didn’t any love or mercy grow?
Can’t you feel my heart that beats?
And see my growing hands and feet.
Don’t you want to give me your name?
Who will bring you all the fame?
So what if I am a girl
And not a boy,
Is that reason enough for you to destroy?
I would always care for you,
As you expect your son to do.
I promise I’ll bring you joy,
When you see me playing with my toy.
Mama, I am present in your womb,
And wishing to bloom;
Just don’t nip me in the bud,
And let my voice go unheard.
I wish to go to school,
And recite the nursery rhyme,
But killing me before time,
Isn’t a heinous crime?
I am your seed,
And not just an obnoxious weed.
Parents love is what i crave,
But you have planned to put me in grave
Come out of your notion,
That I am a financial burden;
But think me as your family's portion,
And a blessing thats hidden.
After hearing all this,
Won’t you give it another thought?
Or would still like to abort?
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