A mother’s nurturing, A fathers celebration,
I am that, and not merely a flirtation.
A teachers pride, As a friends always by their side,
I am that, and not a convenient push aside.
Blessed with beauty and grace,
But false pride, I don’t embrace.
I desire to be with the best,
And with you is where my future rests.
Treat me right, treat me nice,
I am not here for you to accessories.
A child’s eye catches fancy to everything that shines:
Think again, if you wish to be that child in trying times.
An eye candy or a trophy, I don’t accept to be,
Coz end of the day I am me, and I am free.
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