Young Girl

young girl,
you don't have to wear pants so tight
or your skirt too short,
Just to gain some attention.
Grown men steadily approaching,
and you're only fifteen,
but you forget to mention.
No father figure around
you're longing to be loved
so you sleep around
single parent home
you often feel alone
no one to turn to for guidance
because your mother works double shifts,
just to make ends meet,
you are free to roam the streets


young girl,
so beautiful you are
though you think you're not
self esteem is low
you start fights to release frustration
incarceration is your destination.
hanging out on the corner
dealers walking past
exchange what's in his hand for some cash

young girl,
don't waste your life away
due to misconceptions of reality
blinded by the lies of society,
unable to see the beauty you possess is more than skin deep
don't be mislead by empty compliments in disguise and lies.
realize that your dreams can come true, for you
you are a butterfly, but yet, you are scared to fly
if you believe in yourself, deeply, completely...
then you won't need others to.







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