On My Eighteenth Birthday
by DeafPuny
Happy birthday to me!
Yes, you have heard it right. Today is my birthday.
Ops, correction, this is supposed to be my birthday. I should have been
eighteen by now, if only I had been given the chance to live.
Do you know how I died? I didn't die of sickness. I didn't die of accident.
I was killed! I was killed! Am I right, Mom?
I was supposed to be the child that you have been longing for this time,
but you never gave me a chance!
When you're alone, sometimes, you suffer from the pangs of your conscience!
You remember me?
How I wish you had seen me.
I have the color of your eyes, the redness of your lips,
my complexion-tan brown, my hair, black and soft as yours.
But you never saw me. You opted to end my life when I was three months!
Ha! Only three months! Very tiny, very innocent!
I will tell you what I felt eighteen years ago,
I was inside the warmth of your womb, waiting for the time to see the world.
I heard Dad shouting one day,
"What?! Have you lost your senses Creselda? You cannot do this to my child!"
Then you yelled back,
"No! What happened to us was a big mistake! I cannot go abroad with
this stupid creature inside my womb!"
That's exactly what you said Mom, and these words are still fresh in my mind!
Against my father's will, you carried on with your evil plans.
Slowly, slowly, I felt the cold instruments touching my body.
I felt the killer's hand putting me away!
"No Mom! Please, dont do this to me! Dont take me away from you!
Mom! Dad! Help! Please help me!
I cried, but you didn't listen!
I screamed with pain, but you didn't care.
And the truth that hurts me most, is that you did not love me at all,
I am just your helpless child.
This is the crime that will never be given justice, Murderer!
You cut the life of your own flesh and blood.
Murderer! Murderer!
Nevertheless, I admit that I still long for a mother's love.
How I wish you'd hug and kiss me.
I wanted your caress, you're patting my back,
your lullaby, ‘till I fell asleep in your arms.
I am mad at what you had done to me,
but I came to you and I love you still.
I know you are always crying inside.
You regret, you are lonely.
You want any other child.
I will pray to God to give you another chance.
“Dear Lord, Please forgive my Mom, Please give her another chance,
she is now ready to become a mother. “
I love you Mom!