I have delicate palms
Paper skin
Huge eyes, like a doe
A cutesy persona
.
They all see me
Tell me
Sweet cute girl
.
When they meet me though
Tell me that
A young lady
Shouldn’t say such things
A young lady
Shouldn’t think such things
A young lady
Shouldn’t know such things
.
They place their cultural biases
And opinions on me
Like lace frippery
.
They try to shut me up
Stifle me
So that I
Like the girls they
Want to see
Remain a doll
Sweet
Pretty
An empty glass china head
.
A head
That will be shattered by
The written over world