Little Girls
America is dying
One girl at a time
They scoop all of us up
And string us in a line
They tell us to stay strong
They tell us not to break
Then they beat us with sadness
And bruise us with heartache
They bring in the fortunate boys
Who walk, free as a bird
Who talk about us in a way
That shouldn't be said in spoken word
We're forced to combat loss
Without showing our grief
Then everything is taken from us
Like possessions by a theif
We're forced to keep a smile
Even though we want to cry
America is dying
One girl at a time
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