I was conceived in the darkness of night.
For months I have been walled in a round ring.
I have slept soundly without seeing light.
I have been touched from afar by something.
I have felt vibrations of a cold probeAnd for protection held tight to a string.
Sheltering myself quiet in the robe
When I heard her desperate cries outside.
This is all my existence on the globe.
Nobody will picture me as his bride;
I’m icy, without a burial site
After my chance at light has been denied.
Known by all as the one who was not right.I am one who has known dark before light.
(Dedicated to all of our sisters who are victimized because of their gender.)