DEATH ROW

My tag says 70,861… three more and I’m next
I, born out of rape – my mother, helpless for she was chained
At birth, taken away from her and imprisoned in a battery pen
I wasn’t alone
There were others like me, stolen from their mothers
For weeks I hear her bellowing for me
But I could only cry back longing for her snuggle
I could only imagine the taste of her milk,
Which I was forbidden to drink
I could still remember her smell
And how she talked to me while I was still in her womb
She always told me, ‘Be brave my child just like your siblings who were long gone’
I didn’t know why, but now I understand – for I’ll be born in this hell…