Tribute
A young girl sits at the center
The ceremony proceeds, her
Father, her mother
Conspire with tradition
Dooming her to boredom
These traditions mean nothing
To the heart of an innocent.
Yawning, she’s told that
It’s not much longer
And it seems so much trouble
To become blessed…
Yet people have come that care
And they surround her
They lend her strength.
They say that they ask a deity’s blessing
And that she will have it,
And she will overcome challenges.
The tribute is to her, that she
Could get people together,
The tradition means nothing
Look around.