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It was at dawn,
She can recall vividly,
She was on her own,
Shedding tears secretly,
At her young unripe age,
Hers was due marriage.

Men voices could be heard,
Full of laughter and joy,
Some arguing loudly,
In abid to increase herd size,
After in a while,they agree,
Ooh,someone got a wife.

In the room,she is worried,
No more studies for her,
Her ambitions,aborted,
Her future darkened,
Leave alone child bearing,
With an immature pelvis.

She recalls Mother Pacifica,
How girls got saved through her,
She opened the window,
Slowly she climbed,
Out at last,she fled.

Where is she,her dad asked,
Look for her,said the groom to be,
They tried,but in vain,
She had reached her salvation,
The bed of torture,pain was gone,
Thank you God,she sighed with relief

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