Aug 04
A teenage girl sits weeping,
On a hospital bed,
Awkwardly rocking a tiny fragile,
New born illigitamate child,
Both of their lives ruined,
Curled up safely in my mothers womb,
My very first home,
Where I was safe from harm.
shes’ properly praying,
An angel would take me away to a safe place,
See, the sadness on my mother’s face,
She looks at me with scorn,
Wishing I was never born,
There is no gladness,
Only sadness,
No celebration,
But deprivation,
And devastation,
My mothers’ face looks’ forlorn
Do remember me, mother,
I am your firstborn.