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