Young girl
A young girl held love deep in her heart,
For a young boy, though she didn’t know where to start.
Pressure and abuse, her parents’ jealous hand,
Yet her dreams kept growing, like the sun over the land.
She saw the boy working, never out of breath,
Sacrificing to feed her, keeping hunger from death.
Advice to go to school, encouragement he gave,
Yet pressure would call, like storms over the brave.
Despite all obstacles, she never doubted her way,
Believing her love could grow, come what may.
She saw her dreams, far yet clear in view,
Turning into examples for youth, for hope to renew.
Suffering reached her soul, hair fell, body grew thin,
But she never gave up, her fight came from within.
The first person she loved was herself to embrace,
In reality, self-love became her saving grace.
Her dreams kept growing; she feared not to lose,
Building her life, proud of all she could choose.
An example for children, to show life is a fight,
But strength and self-love will always make it right.
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