Indus

The Indus valley has born forth a child,

So it was pronounced

When my mother was born.


Her hair is like liquid India ink.

Her eyes are black opals.

She is a tigress,

And a peacock.

She was an enchantress from birth.


Born from Kings

To bear future Kings.

She is forever the epitome of royalty.


After she matured

Legends of her beauty

Were famous in far reaches of the world.


The rich enchantress,

A budding promise of everything.

The stupid child

Left her innocent door open.


To the one entity who

Snuck into the castle,

Robbed her and raped her,

Left her with no pride, humanity, or dignity.


The result of the assault

She bore two sons.


They came into the world

Bringing forth a river of destruction colored red with blood.


Having their father's black soul

They grew up to sell their mother

Into prostitution.

And, from that day on

She only bore daughters.


These little sisters

Were abused and

Used by their brothers

And could only become

What was their reality.


Never did they know

Their true potential.

Never did they feel

Pride, Joy, love, humanity, or humility.


My mother is dying

My brothers kill each other every day.

My mother is dying

My sisters are surviving the only reality

They know.

My Heritage, my grandfather,

My brothers have killed.

And, now they want to

Erase my memory.


The Indus valley had born forth a child.

She is dead,

So, we are all dying.