Little Girl
Your body is worth more than a mint
Far more than gold and silver
Not like brainless piece of meat
Open your eyes little girl and see beyond
Defy poverty woes with intelligence
In due time it will subdue
You shall own all these gold mines
You shall proudly spend your own mint
If you defy poverty woes with your body
You be like a chained slave
You have to suffer all the pain
Emotional physical and psychological -just to breathe
All these monies you are dying for
You can make them if you sacrifice your time
What comes tomorrow is not known
But tomorrow comes anyway -what shall you do?
Don't be carried away with things you can replace
Get carried with things you cannot replace
Your own life if it loses it breath
Make sure it won't lose breath before its time
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