Little Girl of Fifteen
You think you’re a woman,
Little girl of fifteen,
You break your curfew daily,
No idea where you’ve been,
Walking a hip-less swagger,
You wear your hair in a certain way
And your clothes are less and tighter now
You merely live to disobey
You don’t listen to your mother
Your fathers nowhere to be seen
You swear and cuss and act mischievously
School and education? You’re not so keen
No one can understand you
Especially the one who gave you life,
Because you claim she’s so out of date
You just love to cause her strife
Long gone are the pretty dresses
Pink ribbons, bows and sweet dolls,
The red lipstick you wear is tainting you
How long till misbehaving takes it toll?
Now you’ve started to be abusive
And your mother received a lash out
In your mind she cannot relate to your new style
You don’t agree with her pleas or shouts
You’re not even grown yet, little girl
Your body a shapeless silhouette,
You want attention from the boys and men,
But one day you will regret
When the attention from boys is too daunting
And intimidated you will be
And you realise you’re just a little girl
Stay innocent, little girl of fifteen
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