Fall is my name; I am called the root cause of every pain.
Suffer when I give birth; Men call it's a curse.
My body looks beauty, but not a toy to everybody.
In the mid'st of every pain, I pretended to be happy,
Because the world doesn't learn how to handle me.

I, beget baby boy, then why there is no equal right?
There is no place in society to accept my reality.
Where am I less in quality, to not to claim my equality ?
Until I finish my race, my voice will be raised.
This I write, which shows my equal right.



© Hephzibah lilly