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Taken
A gust of heartache swept me with each failed test
Unfortunately I was scarcely blessed
With gushing love to depart but a barren womb
I longed to cradle my child as it crooned
Seven monotonous years of endless trial
Encounters with depression, desperation and denial
I watched the neighborhood toddlers as I stirred my morning tea
As they raced helter-skelter free of anxiety
But an auspicious day brought along a miracle
In the unlit confines of my womb, a twinkle
The God's had finally heard my plea
And exhaled the breath of life in the arid inners of me
As the months passed by, we developed an intimate bond
We were companions- Myself and my germinating unborn
As the pangs of contractions shot through
I grew more anxious to meet you
Run my finger down your cheek and lull you to sleep
Streams of excitement and euphoria started to seep
I awoke after a straining two hours beside an empty crib
And overheard a nurse and my husband ad-lib
He told her that a female was unacceptable and it had to be disposed
Traumatized, I was pulled back and froze
A few minutes later, my husband walked in with teary eyes
I could see right through his plastic woe and deceitful lies
He gently held my hand and told me that our baby passed away shortly after birth
Out the window I could see my infant child being buried alive into the earth
A few years have gone by and now I rear my nephew as my own
But still wander, misplaced and alone
I can’t help but feel torn up and broken
Because my baby girl didn’t die, she was taken.
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