The Immortal GirlA Poem by CHANDNI SETHI
I was just so tiny,
10 inches or so.
"How could it be a girl?" That's what I heard my father roar. They took me out of her womb, & I heard my mother cry. I lied on a table like an object. I didn't live, I didn't die..
I lived on a street next to some men, My image lived in all their eyes. "You're like a daughter to me, dear", Such were their pitiful lies. They spotted me all alone, They tore the shorts off my thighs. & with their marks all over my skin, they buried me alive. I neither lived, nor did I ever die.
I was kidnapped by a man once, "I will treat you well" is what I was told. In a market, he made me stand apart. To the highest bidder, I was sold. The man who bought me, made me work all day. He didn't see how, in the night, I cried. With the help of my blade, I gave a rest of my breath. I never lived, I never died. As a baby, a woman, or a girl in her youth, This is how I've spent all my time. But don't weep for me, because you'll always know: I have never lived, I will never die. © 2015 CHANDNI SETHIReviews
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