Girl Child
They are coming
To see the girl
Said her uncle
But she hated
The word ‘girl’, sounded
like' cattle’ in a fair
Being treated
Like a princess
By her parents
Filling her with
Dreams and ambitions
She blossomed, under them
Suddenly ,her uncle ‘s words
Like a splash of ice water
Made her gasp for air
Her dad disagreed
She was indeed very lucky
Though not all are
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