CURSE OF THE UNBORN GIRL CHILD

I was in there,

where I was supposed to be for nine months.

I felt myself grow,

I sensed my fingers sprouting,

my toes appearing,

my little ears listening for the action and excitement going on

outside the little space of love where I was growing.

I waited for my lower limbs to form,

so that I could drum the sides of my little home,

telling my parents that I am anxious to meet them,

telling them that I was waiting to open my big eyes, what ever colour,

and behold the two people who I loved so much.

My legs never finished growing,

I never knew the colour of my eyes,

I never formed completely,

because my heart stopped beating,

because I died.

But I dint die naturally.

I was forced to die,

In simple words, I was killed.

They removed me from that woman's womb,

who I had died trying to meet.

I was thrown away by that man,

who I dreamed of laying my eyes on.

I had already guessed that I was disposed of,

because they did not want me.

Why they did not want me was not certain.

Soon I found out.

I was everything they wanted,

except I lacked one small detail.

In my genetic makeup,

I had what they never wanted in me,

two X chromosomes.

I had another X instead of that Y,

which caused my death.

I died because, only because,

I am a girl, and to my parents, that is a curse.

I died because I am a girl.

Let me tell you one thing.

I might be dead, but my angered soul will live on forever.

Why? What is so special in a boy that is not in a girl?

Boys are aggressive, destructive; they grow up to cause war,

bring about bloodshed,

cast a spell of sorrow on Earth.

Not all are bad,

but they are the reason I, and dead female foetuses like me suffered.

I go my revenge,

by using youth as my weapon.

I watched as this young boy with his friends,

drank, ate, and enjoyed the luxury they had acquired at birth.

they all got into a big, fancy, fast car,

and began to go back home.

They never reached home, 

because their fast car lost control,

and with a horrific swerve,

it crashed into a wall,

killing every male in it.

This way, maybe forever,

every heartbeat my dead heart beat,

will be the number of times males will die,

and now I sit where I died,

on a hospital bed, watching more girls like me die...