Mommy, Why?

A Violation of Human Rights

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Mommy,
Why am I left alone?
No home in the land we strove
To fit into a culture made by men.

We tried to get by
In a land they designed
Where submission is sublime;
   Anything otherwise,
   Death;
       Honor killings,
       And the vultures dine.

I lay in your outline,
On your grave site,
Inside your womb
Where I cry.
Day by day I die
   — The light no longer shines.

Mommy, why?
Your only crime
Was that you tried,
Living your life
Loving me.

Mommy,
The day you died
I crawled up inside
And died.

Now, upon your grave site,
I will lie.

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