Little Girl, Little Boy

Little boy,                                                      

The bags under your eyes

Don't make you any less handsome

Little girl, 

The cuts on your wrist

Don't make you any less perfect

Little boy, 

The bruises from your dad

Doesn't mean you're worthless

Little girl, 

The extra weight on your thighs 

Doesn't make you fat

Little boy, 

Suicide attempts

Doesn't make you an idiot

Little girl, 

The bullet hole through your head 

Doesn't mean that you deserved to die

The End

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