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Alas it was time 
Sorrow wouldn’t let her smile
To what they chanted 
And danced for
Deep down in her
Was a dying dream
A vanishing vision
 And a bleeding heart

Her head aches
from the heavy loads
Her leg sores and scars
from the long walks
Her fire burns and knife cuts 
Preparing her for this day 
She’s been told that is where she belongs 
She’s being told not to complain
Not to show pain
Called a tree planted in another’s garden

She wanted what her friends had
but was told no
She wanted to wear the uniforms
She saw them wear
but was told no
She wanted to go to school
but was told no
Always peeped through the curtained window
As she watched them go
Wondered what fate it was

Who is he
He is a stranger
The garden owner
He looks fierce in his smiles
Too old to tend this tree
She’s been told she will go with him
His house will be her home
With time
She will grow to understand

And sent into the dark
Left in the hands of a stranger
That is all she is good for
To start same circle
Same circle that brought her here
And it’s called her destiny 

Hear her inner cry
‘When will I live
The life I love to
When will my dreams draw 
Who will hear my heart
I want to go to school
I want to be educated
I want to be empowered
I want to have a voice
I want to be heard
I want to live my dream'

Help educate a child
Help empower a girl child
Give her a voice today!

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I struggled for too long Being who I wasn’t Fitting  my circle into other people's 
perfect squares -- into all their
expectations for me Their perception was all that mattered What they will see and say Their standard for success and achievement
I showed up acting who I wasn’t Like a dancing monkey under obligations to perform magic To gain their recognition and affirmations for being who I wasn’t Against being Me
I broke the chains and gained freedom the day I stopped looking at myself through other people’s lenses because I discovered people wore lenses tinted and shaded to suit them not Me
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Housed in a container Moved in it Identified by its aesthetics But sometimes lost in it Who exactly am I the container or the content
Sometimes I try so hard to figure exactly what it is about this combo Sometimes complicating other times compelling sometimes conflicting other times cooperating
Influenced by the countless conversations with  the inner and the  outer the seen and the unseen the known and the unknown Then I discover It goes beyond this container there is something about content
As adorned as this container maybe embellished with so much beauty the content remains the substance that give it credibility Beyond the container that interacts is the content that keeps the flow is the content that leaves  memorable impacts
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