Oh the girl child
She Lay on the bed
Unclaimed. Unnamed.
She just took in her first breath
But there's a chance she may face death
Her first of everything probably her last
She's got no future she's got no past
She spent nine months in a womb
Just like any normal child
She's got a heart beat
Two hands, two feet
Yet she remains unclaimed. Unnamed.
Her life is at the hands of her very creator
Keep or toss?
Does it count as a loss?
Or will they try again hoping for a male
For what is a girl but a fail?
But a temporary source of happiness
Tell me,
In the nine months she was in your womb
Did you not learn to love her little heart?
Or did the nine months make it easier to part?
Was she not your dream?
Well she's got your genes,
She's the product of a woman
I have just one question for you
When you, her mother, were spared from the knife
How dare you take your daughters life?
Just a reminder.
She's still unclaimed. She's still unnamed.
She Lay on the bed
Unclaimed. Unnamed.
She just took in her first breath
But there's a chance she may face death
Her first of everything probably her last
She's got no future she's got no past
She spent nine months in a womb
Just like any normal child
She's got a heart beat
Two hands, two feet
Yet she remains unclaimed. Unnamed.
Her life is at the hands of her very creator
Keep or toss?
Does it count as a loss?
Or will they try again hoping for a male
For what is a girl but a fail?
But a temporary source of happiness
Tell me,
In the nine months she was in your womb
Did you not learn to love her little heart?
Or did the nine months make it easier to part?
Was she not your dream?
Well she's got your genes,
She's the product of a woman
I have just one question for you
When you, her mother, were spared from the knife
How dare you take your daughters life?
Just a reminder.
She's still unclaimed. She's still unnamed.
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