Our Curse

I sprawl upon a sterile stable,
yes, weak i know my body is,
to run from life she is not able,
have i cursed her, as she is?

gleaming globs,a receptive soul,
after hours at these i gaze,
naive and new new knows not her role,
in that Ive cursed her to behave,

Look in them, so blue and strong,
her spirit dead must never be,
yet she must live by our people scourged,
for my strong child was born as," she"

Endure i know i never could,
to see her see her silenced by but another child,
because his waist is but what would,
relieve my babe of being reviled,

Clutch my child and weep must I,
while our people carry her away,
better the flesh or soul to die,
this curse, is now HERS to decide...