The expectant mother gazes,
with wonder at the miracle of life,
she has created,a boy she expects,
a girl she recieves...

she deserts the child with cruel abandon,
her education,her marriage,her upkeep,
a herculean task to manage,
a son would bring her pride,
the crime of being a girl...

she matures into a proud woman,
a blossoming flower,a child of the sun,
raped,abused and mislead,
the petals wither,but the fragrance lingers....

old age she bears with dignity,
abandonded in a home,not her own,
alone to die in sickness of body and mind,
all the crime of being a woman...