Run, Girl, Run
She was just eleven, small and spry,
Her father said, “You’re due, oh my…”
A spanking, harsh, the kind she knew,
But this time she thought, “Not today, not you.”
He called her brothers, big and loud,
“Go catch your sister—make me proud!”
She took off running, barefoot and wild,
With twenty meters head start, a desperate child.
The boys gave...
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