girl child

The corridors were empty,  Sending vibes so cold,  Even in sultry April.   Murmurs and hushed voices,  Lingered through the air.  Was it some conspiracy?    A first cry that broke the silence,  Struck through the hearts outside And soothed the ears.    A voice was...

Having XX wasn't my fault,  But they blamed me and mom a lot.  My own tried to get rid of me,  I wondered why couldn't they let me be.    They buried me though, I was breathing,  The anger in...