little girl

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A little girl Used to be so peaceful Skipping on the road
I was twelve and rebellious, far from God and home at curfew, and my mother worried. Of course, the logical way for any modern mother to solve her daughter's issues-
Little Girl   That little girl who no longer sits at the table, quailing away from the green monstrosities She forages for the ripest of them all Cooked or raw, she isn’t picky
Little girl, please stay little forever, But Little girl I need you to understand that your daddy doesn’t care about you Little girl you knew he wouldn’t show up just like last time
Daddy's little princess Mommy's little girl  Mommy and Daddy Fight after fight Night after night  Daddy's little monster Mommy's little burden Mom had her drunk nights Dad had his rage fights Go to mommy in tears Learning to suck it up Tears falli
“She’s beautiful,” Her daddy whispered when he held her for the first time.
Sometimes I feel like the little girl inside of me is screamingScreaming because she’s hurting & doesn’t know how to communicate why or how she’s hurtingScreaming because she wants attentionScreaming just because
A little girl once did not care if  She was annoying the other girls and boys Now this girl is too careful Not to stare the wrong way   A little girl once smiled alll the time
  I killed that little girl Thought she wasn't good enough for this world Buried her deep in the past She was unearthed at last My darling, I'm so sorry for what I did Everything good about you I hid
I am greed, want.She is need, lack. I am anger and frustration.She is hope, tenacity. She is yellowamidst the grey that I'm become. But I am success, money.And she is poverty, dust.
Close your eyes, imagine this A little girl in the mirror Her skin is brown Her hair is long Can you envision a little clearer? Eyes that resemble a pot of gold This little girl is only 9 years old
My intentions are pure, innocent and immature I'm fragile, yet stronger than you what’s your point of veiw? outspoken and unafraid intrepid to the touch, well made
I am the girl with the sparkling green eyes, a smile without pain I am the girl with the little sundress adorned with flowers and stains I am the little girl  that hates the field but still give the game devotion
There once was this man robbing a convenient store. "I'm taking money and lives!" he said once more.
Love is cruel, to the sovereign heart, men like me only known in part, struggles within that I never shared, with the one who told me that she really cared, my mind is now reeling and filled with regret, I cannot move forward, even take my next b
Baby girl bent and broken, bleeding,
She looks about and smiles with glee
When I was three I watched the clouds form around my mother, I watched her retreat into herself. I watched my father leave And I became the protector.
Jasmine DorseyLittle GirlLittle girl, don’t let the world cut your heart.Little girl, you are not what they say you are.Little girl, don’t give up on yourself.Little girl, don’t cry; it’s going to be just fine.
Hello my Sky! Up so high, so blue! We run in green, white clouds beam, ah fun!   We skip along, bounce on Under trees in apple dress, Up a hill we flew, Soft toes on dew.
Once there was a little girl. That is how this story began. She was a lost little girl, confused by the world around her. She had gone into a forest. Deep, deep into the forest she went.
The beautiful girl that lives down the streetThe one that has bruises from being beat.Her heart is frail, she’s lost all hope,Her moms new boyfriend hits her to cope.She’s limping because this nasty man
A little girl built a mighty fortress,Words. Of complexity and undeniable eloquence,What she hoped to be inside.
Never in ones life would they think their own life would be cut short,  But for one girl, she found out that it was her who would soon abort. It was 1989, and she was just going in for a check up,
Hey everybody, let me tell u a story about a little girl who felt oh so lonely. She lived in a world where she felt unloved. She lived in a world she couldn’t escape from. A world embodied in her heart and her mind.
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