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   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!