"When Life Isn't Life"

Under a cover of shame,
your labor is less physical pain,
more heart breaking, soul tearing,
birthing a female in Afghanistan

Agony to know a sweet girl
will be beat, spit on, abused,
no future to look forward to.
Is life without hope truly life?

She covers a lovely face.
Like it is an abomination,
a terrible sin committed
but she is innocent.

You cry bitter tears;
as she is beat in the streets,
denied education. like you
shame is hers.

I understand the act,
after birth to a girl,
you softly cover her mouth
until breath is no more.