A: Little girls are made of sugar and spice, everything nice.
N: We are raised to become sugar incarnate.
C: I will melt in your mouth, not in your hand.
N: I am a caramel cutie with a voice like sprinkles.
R: I am a scorching hot pie cooling on a windowsill, low hanging fruit.
N: You can’t touch me.
A: Please. Don’t. Touch me.
N: The definition for cute: attractive or pretty
C: Especially in a childish,
A: or delicate way.
A: When we walk city streets we become ice cream trucks
C&R: Attempting to remain discreet despite the all too familiar tune.
N: Men, much too old for sweets, come running, confusing us for desserts.
A: They murmur sweet nothings that only leave us feeling sticky.
N: Girl, you must be jelly, ‘cause jam don’t shake like that.
R: Can I double stuff your oreos?
C: Got milk, sugar tits?
A: Don’t you know that play time is over?
C: Fun sized has become a synonym for pocket pussy.
R: A portable, prepackaged prize.
N: Bite sized, easily consumed without any fuss.
A: It’s no wonder they call us eye candy.
N: But sweetie, this ain’t Candy Land, this is America.
C: Here, the same lace and bows adorning your baby’s blanket can be found on Victoria
R: And girls get send home from school because a few boys just couldn’t control their
N: Where prepubescent girls bedecked in buxom bikinis are already learning the best
marketing strategies to sell their Girl Scout Cookies.
C: Oh, no, sugar, don’t eat the cookies.
N: Toss your cookies.
R: Give up your cookies.
A: You weren’t going to use them anyway.
N: Our bodies sell like hotcakes, but no one ever mentions the lollipop trollops turning tricks
R: We are molded and placed like buns in the oven to be birthed as cookie cutter cop outs.
C: Delectable delicacies deemed much too docile to be dangerous.
R: We are always told it is the Candy Man who makes the world taste good.
C: So long after the sugar has corroded their teeth, we keep on smiling lest those sugar
daddies make pinatas of our bodies.
R: Legs snap like candy canes
N: Skulls crack like peanut brittle
C: Skin rips like banana splits
A: Desserts were always meant to be devoured.
R: But the word cute is derived from the word acute, meaning severe.
N: Like an illness they never saw coming.
A: So be sweet sugar.
R: Be molten chocolate souffle.
C: Be banana foster flambe.
N: Let them douse us in alcohol and set us on fire, we only get sweeter.
A: Let’s teach them they cannot have their cake and eat it too.
N: They will miss the razor blade when they sink in their teeth.
R: Girl, didn’t your mama ever teach you that the way to a man’s heart is through his
A: We will inflict unholy tempests of heart disease upon them.
C: Pulverize that pretty pancreas painfully with our pastry poison.
C&R: Sugar is addictive and we are made of it.
N: Won’t let them leave us without the need for an insulin shot.
R: Our revenge will be sweet.
C: Like taking candy from a baby.
R: They will never forget the way we tasted.