In the streets we pass through,
There’s a young girl,
Dirty, beaten up, in pain, hungry,
A young girl who has lost,
Her family,
Her friends,
Her dignity,
Her confidence,
Her imagination,
And her hope.
Dead in the night,
She is woken up by her screams,
Her worst nightmare playing on repeat,
‘Get out, you are a disgrace in this home’ in disgust, says her father.
‘I can’t believe I gave birth to such a disrespectful child’ her mother cries.
Her heart is shattered,
She feels dead,
But she is carrying a life in her,
A life she never wanted,
A life she never planned for,
A life she cannot get rid of,
A life she knows is not in the wrong,
A life that deserves to see the world.
So she fights,
Not for her,
But for who she is carrying,
And although the hopes for her life have withered away,
She can not let the baby’s life wither away too.
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