Tell Them

Tell your daughters,

For women, nothing comes free

For every want, there comes a fight.

Teach your daughters,

How to cry, fall and hide it

For world often mistakes it for weakness

Advise them,

To be dependent on self



For every shoulder they lean on charges for love

Suggest them,

To be wild and free as winds 

For anything that is fragile breaks

Ask them,

To not get played by people

For every toy is destined to be thrown away

Pray for them,

To remain who they are Strong and beautiful

If not world will come to an end just like that