Girls
“daddy,
i don’t want to be a police officer.
i want to be a police girl.”
to her,
girls hold the highest office.
“daddy,
i don’t want to be a fire fighter.
i want to be a fire girl.”
to her,
girls are the fiercest fighters.
“daddy,
i don’t want to be a mail carrier.
i want to be a mail girl.”
to her,
girls carry expectant love.
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puberty has not confused her.
society has not shamed her.
salaries have not devalued her.
men have not misused her.
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yet
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tiny voice of purity
hold fast your strength, your beauty,
your clarity.
your love, your mercy,
your charity.
image, poem by b. e. kanode
production & editing by satorid
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