BEADS OF FATE
They are attractive to every girl,
They are attractive to turn every other head,
And so did they attract me at a young age,
At two I cried all along.
They cover the long neck,
They decorates the whole arm,
Little did I know the motive behind them,
At nine I mature to have them.
No more going to school,
No more enjoying my childhood,
My roles changes to those of my mom,
Lo! I know their motive now.
I want to be a teacher,
My community is need of me,
The words will remain only as a dream,
At fifteen I am a mother of four.
He is of the same age with my grandpa,
I am the seventh wife in his home,
The beads of fate have shattered my dreams,
At my twenty he marries the ninth wife.
She is just seven of age,
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