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    Girl child, mild child
    I had my dolls for babies
    Played house with friends
    Where I’d stay home and cook
    While the boys went to work

    Girl child, wild child
    I wore long pants, never skirts
    Defied mother and climbed trees
    I wouldn’t stand being left behind
    While my brothers had their fun

    Girl child, no longer a child
    Married before I realized my dreams
    Before passing my sell by date
    And all my education was for naught
    For I stayed home and cooked.

    © Daisy Awiti

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    Girl Child, Mild Child via @theMagunga

    I'm coursing through all of life's elements and writing poetry while at it.

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