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