Her cracked feet drag along

Her cracked feet drag along the sand Careful! Don't spill the water.  More miles, back and forth back and forth to the well because she is the one of seven girls who will marry before 15 years old, training to be a wife and a mother and a maid but never herself.  She is not meant to be a girl but she is meant for a husband she does not know, a man who will own her, who will give her teenage body a child to carry and a lifetime of responsibility and expect a clean house and dinner each night in return.  But Stop!  This can change if

We give her books, cover the cracks with a uniform and send her to school.  If we inject her with knowledge and power and self so that she will become a girl then a woman then a role model.  Her daughters, should she chose to have them, will not have cracks.  We can make the one in seven chance into none in seven with a notebook and a pencil, perhaps an eraser.

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