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 skin
in 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 swirl
and 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.
