A girl is not your burden to bear.
Her life is not for you to spare.
She doesn't come second to your son,
and deserves just as much rice when its done.
A girl's education is not an option.
Remember, her future is never up for auction.
She can run in the sun, go out to play.
She is not to be dolled up, put up for display.
She is not some goods to be sold,
or a slave who does as she is told.
She is your child, just like the others,
she is the loving sister to her brothers.
Love her so that she feels safe at your backs,
Tell her there is nothing in this world that she lacks.
Then watch her spreading wings like a butterfly,
A self propelling flower, she will be, in the world's eye.
Her life is not for you to spare.
She doesn't come second to your son,
and deserves just as much rice when its done.
A girl's education is not an option.
Remember, her future is never up for auction.
She can run in the sun, go out to play.
She is not to be dolled up, put up for display.
She is not some goods to be sold,
or a slave who does as she is told.
She is your child, just like the others,
she is the loving sister to her brothers.
Love her so that she feels safe at your backs,
Tell her there is nothing in this world that she lacks.
Then watch her spreading wings like a butterfly,
A self propelling flower, she will be, in the world's eye.
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