My Child
She was my child, my own flesh,my baby girl was a part of me.I had so many dreams of a lovely creche,where my daughter would study with glee.I can still see the small hands and the soft skinin my head, through my eyes, but it’s all just a dream.She’ll always be and is still my kin,I wish I could hear her at night cry and scream.
What was her fault? Was it being a girl?So am I, maybe I should have taken the pain.I wish I could see her crawl and swirland maybe someday see her dance in the rain.She was taken away from me mercilessly,nobody thought of giving her a second chance.I just wanted once to hold her closely,feed her once or maybe just get a glance.
I feel betrayed by the man of my life,he loved me deeply but killed a part of me.Somebody tell my baby I was threatened with a knife.I didn't know how to fight or where to flee.With a heavy heart I have to walk into the same mesh.How can I forgive him after what he did to me?She was my child, my own flesh,my baby girl was a part of me.