To my unborn baby
I'm sorry for what I'm about to do
I really wanted to keep you
But situations won't allow
I know its not your fault
I know you didn't ask for this
But look baby
How can you survive in a dying body
You are six weeks old
Six weeks since I got raped
In the sugarcane plantation
By a drunkard in the late afternoon
It has been six week of torture and agony
For six weeks my body hasn't seen water once
For six weeks my mouth barely ate anything
I have been locked in my room crying
And reliving that fateful day
Your grand parents want me out
No one believes it was against my will
No one cares to even hear me out
Baby six weeks and I'm dying
With you in me
Six good weeks my unborn baby I've been miserable
Terribly ailing inside
So baby ,
Don't be mad If I send you back to heaven .
Don't be mad if I cut your life short .
I would have loved to spend my time nurturing you
But as it is , I can't even nurture myself
Bye baby
I love you so much
It's not your fault
I'm not blaming you
Hope you understand
With so much love
Mama
©magi
Words from my soul
©mara_pain
Life is a series of pain
©mara_pain
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