A Daughter
I can’t speak but
I feel suffocated.
The arms that are meant to cuddle, to nurture,
Feel like brambles but
I can’t speak.
I yearn for
The tender warmth of your womb,
When our breathing balanced
And your hopes soared,
I could hear you.
Why blame me for what I am?
Wasn’t it your choice?
Weary of societal jibes,
You too wanted a son.
So what if I’m the fourth child
Will you smother me in your arms?
For hours I keep crying for you but
I can’t speak.
When I learn your language,
I’ll support you, mama, I’ll speak for you
Together, we’ll fight the fears and threats.
Together, we’ll redefine our freedom.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Sajde for the inspiration – #Whatdoyousee – 276.
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