Baskadia

I am a seed,

Planted in this soil called life.

In me lies fruits,

Fruits that will last for generations to come.

Fruits that can either be

a daughter or a son,

a woman or a man,

a mother or a father,

a sister or a brother,

a wife or a husband.

Nurture me,

Do not torture me,

Prune me,

Do not hewn me,

Love me,

Do not hate me,

Give me wings to fly high

like a bird for

I am the girl child.

@thebeezybee