I get at least 80% attention from my parents,
The girl child is seen as the pride of her household,
She is the apple of her father's eye.
Her mother instills the best upbringing in her,
Just so she can make her family proud when she finally gets to her in-laws.
What can be said about the one who has been defamed?
Leaving her all shattered,
She has been defiled and striped of her pride,
A stigma that leaves a lifetime scar,
Rather than being showed love, hatred is all she gets.
Her speech is lost,
Extinguishing her dreams,
She becomes inferior not only to the society but also to herself.
Being a girl child doesn't make me an object of molestation,
Being a girl child doesn't give anyone the right to snatch my voice before I can even speak,
Being a girl child doesn't mean I can't hold a post in the society,
Being a girl child doesn't mean I should only be showed the four walls of my father's house,
I also deserve to see and experience what the outside world is like.
All I ask for as a girl child is love, care, opportunity, support and most importantly the respect that I truly deserve and not to be blackened.
We are not afraid of being pretty, powerful, smart and plain,
We have been nourished with the water of life,
We will speak when you can't,
We will gather when you are still,
We will grow into women,
We will chase our dreams and fulfill it.
You will hear our plight and learn,
Yours is a life of brightness,
The darkness had turned to dawn.
The dreams you hold within your hearts,
Allow them to move forward.
Her elegant spirit is so bright and strong. Yet, she becomes a property of exchange,
Having no say over anything.
These are true words not spoken.
Instilled in me, in order to teach the rest,
Feel the discomfort of many innocent sisters.
Finally I have reached a lot
Written by Fadare Oluwabusayo and Arowolo Adebola.
The girl child is seen as the pride of her household,
She is the apple of her father's eye.
Her mother instills the best upbringing in her,
Just so she can make her family proud when she finally gets to her in-laws.
What can be said about the one who has been defamed?
Leaving her all shattered,
She has been defiled and striped of her pride,
A stigma that leaves a lifetime scar,
Rather than being showed love, hatred is all she gets.
Her speech is lost,
Extinguishing her dreams,
She becomes inferior not only to the society but also to herself.
Being a girl child doesn't make me an object of molestation,
Being a girl child doesn't give anyone the right to snatch my voice before I can even speak,
Being a girl child doesn't mean I can't hold a post in the society,
Being a girl child doesn't mean I should only be showed the four walls of my father's house,
I also deserve to see and experience what the outside world is like.
All I ask for as a girl child is love, care, opportunity, support and most importantly the respect that I truly deserve and not to be blackened.
We are not afraid of being pretty, powerful, smart and plain,
We have been nourished with the water of life,
We will speak when you can't,
We will gather when you are still,
We will grow into women,
We will chase our dreams and fulfill it.
You will hear our plight and learn,
Yours is a life of brightness,
The darkness had turned to dawn.
The dreams you hold within your hearts,
Allow them to move forward.
Her elegant spirit is so bright and strong. Yet, she becomes a property of exchange,
Having no say over anything.
These are true words not spoken.
Instilled in me, in order to teach the rest,
Feel the discomfort of many innocent sisters.
Finally I have reached a lot
Written by Fadare Oluwabusayo and Arowolo Adebola.

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