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One Day
I stare at my sister, unknowingly.
She is so smart and beautiful,
I hope to be like her one day.
I raise my hand, protestantly.
My mother is so smart, surely I will never win,
I wish to be like her one day.
I look to the side, hopefully.
My daughter is too smart to end up like me,
I long to be free one day.
I look at the child, unfortunately.
So much hope in her eyes,
I pray she leaves one day.
The game of wealth and intelligence, they called it.
I play it with my daughters,
so they don’t stay naive.
Like I did.
I wish my mother had played it with me.
But the truth is,
my mother was just as naive.
We both learned intelligence
is far more valuable than wealth,
far too late into the royalty.
We won’t let the girls make the same mistakes.
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“The Chess Game”, by Sofonisba Anguissola (Italy) 1555