BECAUSE I AM A GIRL

Is it my fault that I was born brown and dark,

Or born in this world,with a feminine mark!

To think of her face,when she held me in her arms,

A frown on her face,muttering a curse for my charms.

The face I saw years ago,fires up my rage

With him in her arms,a smile on her face..

Running her fingers through his dark,brown hair

Admiring his pink lips,skin so fair.

From then on,i am but a dead soul alive,

The last dew drop,small and dry.

I silently cry into the nights,for no fault of mine

She moves on,pretending everything to be fine.

My tears,my pain,un noticed by her,

Who am I? Just her 'unwanted' girl!

For her son-her love,her life,

And for me-tears and strife......