little girls should be seen, and never heard.

at least, that's what people always told me

and frankly, it's kind of absurd

that we are living in the twenty-first century,

but little girls like me think their hands

need to be for holding dolls and sipping tea

are taught to say sorry when they're being damned

and blush instead of speaking their minds

somehow their silence turns into a yes, and I can't understand

how you can just blur all the lines

and say she should have just said no

when it was you who taught her to hide her cries.

so teach little girls that fireflies were made to glow.

and the next time a man tries to lay his paws on her hips

make sure that she knows

that her tiny hands still know how to make fists,

and her little voice still knows how to roar.

The End

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