Little girls run amok, screaming, giggling, they play and I lock
myself in my room to get them out of my face
but what do I say
when faced
with knowing just how much of what I do
they intake?
She listened to my music,
the littlest one,
read my books, wore my clothes, and picked up on my ideals-
This is cool and this isn't, I said, and so for her that's how it was.
But how do I keep keeping her
when the world, it pulls her away,
when instead of skating or playing or reading,
she's outside with some ruffians in the drama of the day?
And now people aren't just people
it's all black or white
and she feels so obligated to fight
anything against what she's expected to do
That charming male couple she used to adore
Are suddenly 'eww'
Cuz she's too young to explore
Properly
The things that society
Teaches and so she blindly reaches
for material and superficial thoughts and dreams,
tryna be on MTV,
And when I look at how it is,
And the way it used to be,
Have I lost her already
Should I even care?
She's not my daughter, but still
I need to be there
An example cuz in the corner of her eyes
I know she's still looking at me,
So I'll try to be
All I can be
Just so one more person in this world
Can be enlightened and free.