Little Girl

LITERATURE

WARNING! The following poem contains very graphic yet powerful descriptions of a “little girl” in need of guidance. Although, some of the language used maybe offensive to certain individuals, the poem contains a sensible message that cannot afford to be overlooked nor misunderstood. If you are up to it please do continue reading…

Little Girl 

by 

Jasmine Mans 

Just because your feet fit perfectly in your mother’s shoes

That does not make you a woman

Little girl

Cherry popping

I wonder if you put lip-gloss on your vagina

Draw pubic hairs with your mother’s eye-liner

I wonder if you try on tampons just to see what a penis feels like 

Only difference is you pull out when you want to

I wonder if you rape yourself in your sleep

Too young to ever understand how to love yourself properly

Sticking your Crayola fingers in between your thighs

It always hurts the first time

Maybe tomorrow you won’t cry 

I wonder if your mother recognizes the blood stains

In your Cinderella underwear

Or if she ever cared enough to acknowledge the fact that there there

And a part of me wants to blame your daddy

But some fathers are like God

You never see them but you know that they exist

And some little girls would rather die

Before letting their dead beat dads come

And save their lives

I wonder if you stuff your bra just to distract people from your heartbeat

But the Corona on your breath

Does not hide that Similac residue on your teeth

You are still a baby

And Kotex and Pampers are two different brands for a reason 

Penis and pacifiers are not both made for teething

And the thirst of your soul will not be quenched with a man’s semen

Who cares about your bra size when you see cups as half empty

Im sorry that Beyonce made you trade in your Holloween costume for a Freakum dress

But Halloween is not the only day that exposes damsels in distress

Just don’t crash

Just tell me how long will you let yourself be susceptible to cat calls and whispers

Just to get a fucking glass sleeper

You know the same men that you are waiting on to come and save you 

Are the same men who’s cum made you

The same men who put you on ships for 76 days and raped you

The same men who will tell you that knights in shining armor will make you feel protected

These are the same men writing scripts for the Disney channel

Convincing you Princess Tiana is green and Pocahontas was never molested

Save your soul because the coldest nights are not the ones spent alone

The coldest nights are the ones spent holding yourself

Realizing your body’s hollow

Pick your pinks back up

Enjoy the days when you and Dora the Explorer could relate

Because soon Blue won’t have all the clues

and the Tales of Dragons will be locked away safe

You go ahead and tell me who finger fucked your childhood out of you

And tell them that I challenge them to a thumb wrestling match for it back

Because that is just how much I love you

Hear it here!

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