Knowing Dark Before Light

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 probe

And 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.)