Too far a distance
for me to traverse
the instant
between two breaths
I face slaughter
even before
I draw my first
I nurture
I love
I fulfil
Without me
you are incomplete
Yet you detest me
you fear my existence
your hate drives you
to condemn me
to death
for crimes
I could not
have committed
I'm just a girl
nestled
in my mother's womb
waiting to be born
wanting to live
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
for me to traverse
the instant
between two breaths
I face slaughter
even before
I draw my first
I nurture
I love
I fulfil
Without me
you are incomplete
Yet you detest me
you fear my existence
your hate drives you
to condemn me
to death
for crimes
I could not
have committed
I'm just a girl
nestled
in my mother's womb
waiting to be born
wanting to live
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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