Birth day, death day
do what you may
expecting girl has no one to blame
whatever does it will be the shame
glances will hurt like the princess grain.
The burden will follow every step she takes
guilt will eat each cake she makes.
Aware of the spot in young womb
awake for the future, miserable, gloom.
IItis easier to elect the thumb,
pills will make limbs numb,
ready to close red slushy eyes
to be good lass, obedient nice.
All will say: It is such a shame,
Wasted life accomplished aim.
Egg is petrified like the ancient cave
safe to be removed from the warm cell
not to be heard like the door’s bell
just when it thought it is all done
she rose up as a Leda’s swan
shine in the whiteness of her true beauty
without the clothes wondering cutie
fell from the bed on the waste floor
dead and naked juvenile whore.