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Someone’s daughter
I am my parents daughter,
But what if I wasn’t?
What if I was born somewhere else in the world?
I probably wouldn’t be allowed
To say my own opinion,
Or to wear the clothes I want,
Or to love who I want to.
I wouldn’t be able
To go to school and study,
To just meet with my friends
Whenever we want to.
Every single woman
Who has to live a life like this
Has earned my highest respect
And will never lose it.
I know I couldn’t do this
If I was in their place.
So, please, tell me,
Why did I get lucky
And not one of them?
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Someone’s daughter
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