There she is
So small
A child
I have to wonder
About her
Her mother
She's tiny thin
But her mother
Grandmother
Has she a choice
Or was it
Her mothers
Made years ago
Chance gone
No choice
Who decides
Who has
The right
I see her
I wonder
I think
Is she free
To choose
Or not
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