The Unwanted Child
Be quiet, don't fight, lip tight!
Hearing this, bright eyes turn dim, moistened rim,
Tears brim, but no respite, words bite,
Stern sight. Why me? reason I can't see.
Your birth was not worth on this earth,
There was no mirth, T'was bad and sad
To have had, a girl, unfurl
From the womb's curl. Just breathe, don't seethe.
You are a curse that can't reverse; averse we are,
No need to converse, a boy would give us joy.
Don't annoy, just listen don't glisten,
It is not your mission to cheer, but only hear.
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