Milk Carton
I used to know this little girl who enjoyed life and never feared the dark She beat the shit out of boys The bastards that attempted to beat her in tether ball or called her a wimp because her legs looked liked toothpicks Man could she she run Run faster than the squirrels and always found the best hiding spots during the dangerous games Such as hide and seek or stuck in the mud This bright young gal would flip all over the school yard and swing higher than the monkey bars She'd jump from the highest point of flight and land flat on her feet Smiling and laughing Daring anyone to beat her height Well, I met this same little girl 30 years later And she wasn't as happy as she use to be Come to find out the seekers found her Left her with bruises and marks Allowed her to be labeled a whore Even when she hid her darkest spots She eventually understood that she could not escape her past The boys became men and proved that she was not as smart as she thought Her eyes reflected many
