Once there was a little girl

I am the girl learning to walk alone, be alone.

I am the girl who is a little blind, deaf and mute.

Cause I fail to see the way you stare at me, hear the words you throw at me or speak the words you want me to.

I am the girl who never quite grew up, who denies to be a woman to a man, cause in this world if you are not a woman to a man, you are not a woman at all. 

So I'd rather be the little girl who's told not to talk to strangers, than a women who is told to cook and dress well for strangers.

I'd rather be the little girl who is encouraged to study well and compet to be 1st in a class full of girls and boys! than a women who is encouraged to marry a boy earning more than her.

I'd rather be the little girl who can sit, walk or run as she pleases, than a woman who can as the man pleases.

I'd rather be the little girl who can talk, sing or howl as she fancies than woman who is told to shut up to the fancy of the man.

And just when you think am the little girl you can pick, bully or hurt, I will be the woman who plays with knives. Cause I know this world a little better than the  naive little girl I seem to be.

And just when you think you can't stop but admire and encourage this little girl, I will be the women better than your dreams. 

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