I heard a story one day,
to my surprise I had nothing to say,
It was something about this girls name,
The sound? The origin? It soon all became a game ,
Endlessly I played a misleading game of cat and mouse inside my head,
Why! Why! What is it about this name that can no longer be unsaid?
I don’t even know her,
She lives in a country where they don’t believe in girls
Where a husband would rather beat down his wife for not bearing a son
Than giving her a box full of pearls
From India to China, all these girls go unnoticed
Have people forgotten we were once pictured as an Egyptian lotus
I do not know these women, nor do I speak for them.
But there is a tragedy I must condemn.
Stop the gendercide, Stop while you can,
Can we for once think of a master plan!
Stand back and take a look at the important women of your life,
Even if it’s as small as the woman that bags your groceries in the market line
I will mark the beginning of this change even if I have to climb over a mountain range
I won’t stop! I wont falter!
Before I see this gendercide go any farther.