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One Of The Guys
Make us up like porcelain dolls and treat us like the delicate ceramic too.
Put us in bespangled dresses and encircle us in alabaster Lace
Decorate our necks in pearls, and our tiny fingers with diamond rings
Watch us stare out our bedroom windows
at the boys playing in the fields.
See us Cry With envy.
We desperately want there their grass stains and Skinned knees.
We Are not young women
We are little girls.
