Used Clothes
My daughter
The world has grown you
Hastily Into a woman
As your blood flows
In my eyes
You are my daughter
The one whose little hand
I held on the way to school
My daughter
The war has grown you
Horridly Into a woman
As your little body has taken its blows
In my eyes
You are my daughter
The one whose hand
I shall hold as you return back to school
Used clothes
Is all your mother can afford
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