Saturday, April 26, 2025

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By Lord R.e. Taylor

I am just nine years old
I should be playing and learning in school
I am not ready to be a wife or mother
So, can you please allow me to grow up
I want to become the woman I know I can be
If you would just give me the chance

© Poem – XXIII/IV/MMXXV
LRET


 

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