Little Girl
Little Girl
You are an innocent flower
you are so fragile yet
so important to
this world.
Little Girl
you won't be like this
for long
soon.
You will trade your
pretty flower skirt
for a minione that is too
short.
You will trade
your pink tennis shoes
for high heels that will
break you.
Little girl
the world will not be
your mom.
It won't help you up
when you fall.
The world won't dust you off
and send you to
play.
No.
Little Girl
the world will bring you
down,
No more warm summer days
playing in the sun.
Those days are now only
meant for boys and their
toys.
You.
Little Girl
you are their toy
They make you do stuff,
you are his
Barbie
Now.
Little Girl
Baby, sweetie, sweet cheeks
you are now
nameless
you have no name
you fall in line with the
rest.
Little Girl
you sit there and say
I
want to stand out from the
rest.
But' you don't
you are like
any other teen girl.
Clone.
Little Girl
blonde hair
blue eyes
fake tan or real tan?
Pearl shaped
maybe you are brunette with brown eyes?
But' you are all still the same.
No
We are all still the same.
Little Girl
You will complain
about your horrible life
because your parent
ground you.
Little Girl
whine, whine
complain, complain
we are all the
same.