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.