Don't Kill Me
Minutes before I pass down, unveiling my identity,
My bearer, I wish to say-be prepared to have their pity.
I fathom your despair; for I am not the first, there were also two ‘n three!
I understand-- for your people, it’s blissful-“he”, discontent-“she”!
In this moment of agony your heart cries out and I can see,
It’s not this pain, but you weep trepidation; loud prayers that I be “he”.
Hard will it be- some abuses, few sympathies; but happiness will flee,
Will you still hold me safe, “Mother, will you protect me?”
You know you’re lucky, who bloom each time, while few others make desperate plea,
If your people are so cruel, I wish in some other womb I could be!
The fateful is yet to come-no more in you; it’ll be you and me,
If head goes out I will see the ones, who sting you like bee,
If firm feet down, I go out; I’ll be safe till knee ---
You be brave, let me out, let’s begin with blood and sea,
Look around Mother; find a face –that’ll be happy to see me!
Will your people change, celebrate and ever accept me?
I wish to fly, soar high; with laurel return to you to our sweet tree,
All of this if your people come to terms with me being “she”!
The last minutes before I come, I wonder how safe I would be;
I know I was out of harm, for the time I hid ‘n no one knew me.
On my way should I give the loudest shrill or in silence make this plea?
Let me live as one amongst you, love me;
Hear my cry, I want this life; you’re my parents, please be! –
If you stop, even others won’t slay, listen to me---Don’t kill me!
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