Girl scout in uniform
beret in hand, smaller than half my waist
lifts her head up, demands
a treatment that is fair to her
despite the lack of fair skin
long hair, night-dark
a mother behind her, makes a scene
with her projected speeches
about respect. I wonder
when will I be able to raise a woman
of steel and feather
able to love and break as equally
as two sides of a coin
a woman unlike me
that has no bother with the things
left behind sunny days
this is the effect of one girl scout
asking for a glass of water to quench my thirst.
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