Do You Know Who I Am?

Do you know who I am?

If I had lived,

Perhaps this would be my portrait—

A silent story never told.

Do you know who I am?

I am the creation of a Creator,

Whom the guardians of this world

Denied the gift of life.

Yes, I am the unborn daughter

Of a mother whose womb

Could not bear to keep me within.

Before I came to be,

They chose to cast me out—

Like an unwanted burden,

Like a shadow to be erased.

No one saw my tears,

No one heard my silent cries.

No one stopped to wonder

What my mother truly wished—

Because she is a woman,

They said she could not desire.

She had but one duty:

To bear the lamp of her lineage.

So before I came to life,

Fear took root inside her—

The fear of losing me,

And that fear unsettled me.

For every time I die,

She dies with me—

And her dying, again and again,

Is a pain too deep to bear.

But they say a time will come—

When my mother, fearless and strong,

Will hold me close within her womb.

And I,

Taking birth from her,

Will walk proud upon my destiny.

That time will surely come—

We, the unborn daughters,

Wait for that moment with hope—

Won’t that moment come, Mother?