Pretty girl
They slur
Try me on
Give me a go
I'll show you a time
She hides from the voices
Lowers her gaze from sin
Quickens her pace
It becomes a race
Between innocence
And maturity
She is changing
She is stretching
Out of shape
Distorted
No longer perfect
Now a woman
But still a girl inside
The mirror makes her cry
Her reflection follows her
In her tears
Pretty girl
They holler
Come closer
Just a bit closer
And she falls into their hands
She is changing
She is stretching
Out of shape
No longer her own person
But a slave to the mundane
A slave to man
They holler for her
And she obeys
For the pain of their pleasure
Is easier than their persistence.
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The more I read from you, the more impressed I become. This poem grabbed my attention with just the title. Then as I read along I became so fascinated. Awesome job!
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Amazing poem!!!!!!!!You know, I've never ever readd poem that was bad from you
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