It started with a ‘ballerina’ dress,
Not a real one,
The skirt would spread,
When I spun, round and round.
When I would sing along to the radio,
“I’m honey, honey honey honey…”
Why the singer thought she was honey,
Only she knew best.
Was an extra zealous aerobics instructor,
in my head.
Ariel was my role model,
If she could become human,
Then I could be a little mermaid.
And true loves kiss could save me from anything!
Teenage hood came,
I could so easily have been named a slut from all the songs I’d sing.
I watched TV, and wanted to be
The kind of woman my crush had a crush on…
So, I had to have a pony tail, the kind they sell.
So it would wave,
As I sashayed,
In that first imaginary throw back skirt
I’d seen on the reggaeton video girls,
And wished for those sneaker high heals,
As I tried my best to be a down A** B****.
I had no idea I’d be attracting the kind of grown men,
whose liking for teenage taste,
let my hip hop inspired dress code say
that I was not chaste.
Setting the perfect stage for date rape.
But attention, is attention, and though
Beauty and the Beast seemed about the same age, according to Disney
They didn’t at first.
So who was I to say,
this man wasn’t looking for true love,
Like I was.
Happily ever after, was what I knew to dream after.
And youth can be less like a fountain, and
more like a treacherous sea,
For a little girl.