Someday soon, I’ll look at life in blissful wonder anew.
Till then, I’ll look at the outside world and wonder if it knew
that my heart, in stealth was killed, – I am here but not quite here.
Stripped of love, slowly fading away, ’til finally, I fear I may disappear.
Listen to the revised AUDIO version of the poem here.
There are many days yet ahead for bowing
Many days gone past for crying
But not today, today, I will not bow
Today, I shall be born and my mother will not weep
When she beholds the folds between my thighs
And my father will not stare at her with accusing eyes
Yes, today, my father will not hiss out loud;
