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The Girl Child
I know not why
They rate so high
Boys born to them
Treat them as Gems
The girls they kill in the womb
Create disgraceful fetal tombs
In ignorance of the strength of girls
They let go of such precious pearls
Whether girl or boy
Each child is a joy
If the child loves you
It’ll be theirs and your best virtue
But if you’re shunned by your own blood
Then there’s not hope
For that boy child you can grope
And he’ll sail across the seas
You’ve to fend for yourself
If you’re lucky, your girl elf
That shunned child of yours
Will find in her heart to open her doors
And look after you forevermore……
-Marisha
24 Dec '07