Wednesday, September 14, 2005

girl child

don’t kill me
before i am born.
don’t kill me
after i am born.

don’t
discriminate,
mutilate my body,
burden me with work,
molest me,
blame that i am beautiful,
abuse me.

i want
to breathe,
laugh,
read and write,
play and scream,
sing and dance,
dream.

i want
to touch the sun,
twinkle the stars,
race the wind,
i want to fly.