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Am Just 21!

I was inspired to write
Not because I was listening to Bob Marley and Laurie Hills
But because am 21 and the society has decided
I am African
Originally not meant to be too educated
One degree
One certificate
And I am the perfect wife for a 45 year old man
Am lonely at 21
I am growing old at 21
I need babies soon at 21
Now this is why am getting serious bored of this world
I mean am 21 I have just started understanding what I am
A woman, yes
With needs, yes
But I still have standards
Still have dreams
I still want to tour
Want to meet Oprah
Maybe win an Oscar
Or probably write a play
Watch it make it to the Emmy's
What is wrong with dreaming,
I mean am only 21
Still very adventurous
Still giggle when my own father gives me a complement
I mean, am just 21
Let me enjoy.

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