Little Lady
Listen.
Little Lady;
Mother Mary bore a baby,
Hence you came from mommy.
You were a little damsel, although childhood was just a delusion.
Playing with Barbie;
Jamming with Britney;
You want to dance;
You want to sing;
You wanted to do your own thing.
You turned five.
You couldn’t wait for school;
But maybe thought it was drool;
Education shouldn’t just be about yearning for the prize.
You turned twelve.
You wanted to grow up;
You started wearing make-up;
Relationships become a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
You turned fifteen.
Life sucks;
Love life is tough.
You wanted time to stop;
But maybe you needed to step up;
Destiny lies ahead.
You’re going to turn eighteen.
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders;
See the lies;
Then you’ll realize.
Little Lady;
[Don’t you] forget about me,
Although seek to become somebody.
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