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She.
She.
She's a flower
Not a thorn,
Don't kill her
Before she's born.
Why would you like to have a son
And not a daughter?
Whereas she can also fill your life with
Joy, contentedness, and laughter.
She's a child
Not a bride,
Just because she's a girl
You felt she'll lower your pride.
They pray before god to grant them jubilant
But when god gifts the best: "a girl child",
What happens to them?
Why
do they get so wild?
When you get to know a girl is born
To kill her is what you decide,
Please let her see the world
And let her dream wide.
She causes you no harm
She can be a sister, a daughter and maybe a wonder,
She's an angel of the unforgotten grace
She can never be a blunder.
Grow up people
Widen your minds a bit,
Switch your pitiful thoughts to love
Put an end to your narrow-minded shit!
