You My girl, aren't mine.

My little girl

You are a different being,

Your eyes, face, nose and lips might resemble mine

But you are different. You are not who I am.

They say YOU are a NOBODY here,

In your mother’s land.

I am culpable. My culpability, beginning with your birth.

I am sorry.

Sorry for showing you the sun, the moon, the stars.

For giving you a hope.

I shouldn’t have ever let you exist.

This abnegation, this remorse

I know not, if I could make any more promises

As,

My promises have been shallow, hollow as I am, now.

You, my girl will never be my blood

They say.

They say,

Your blood isn’t pure enough.

 Enough to belong to me.

You they term ‘an orphan’ ‘an illegit existence’

And, me the woman who failed you ever since your birth.