Plea of the Girl Child
Do not kill me, let me be born
Let my eyes see the outside world
From the warm womb, do not let me be mercilessly torn
I am a girl. Is that a crime?
Why do you loathe my gender so
Spare me, I beseech. Do not set me free before my time.
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