I was nourished in a womb,

heard that this world is cynical, and the people were demons.

Alas! women were always told to be in their tomb.

My mother told me she would give me a body to which I'd be soon known. Little did I know, those demons considered my body as their own.

One day, I heard noise all aloud,

they were none other than the selfish people, screaming at my mother for raising a girl child among this crowd.

Rape threats were constantly thrown at her.

I wish I could soak her tears, and fears. With no identity of her own, she was a man's daughter, and a husband's wife.

With numb hands, she caressed me, but could not promise to grant me a life.

Was it my fault, mom?

I were to be identified as a woman.

It was my fault to have a vagina,

it was my fault to have a cleavage.

Yes, it was all my fault because no one blamed those demons for having a thinking so sewage!

Unfortunately, I started to grow inside.

How devastating it was to wake up to a drenched pillow soaked in her maternal tears.

I told her I could live inside this beautiful cage of unconditional love, and care.

But I was a girl with dreams, and to raise me in this world wasn't fair.

Maybe I had no right to live..

Slowly, I was losing my breathe

I smelled blood, and sins

Oh, and within a blink

I was vanished

Yes, I was a girl child, and I was killed in the same womb where I was nourished.