When your young, your told you are a princess
Your told that you are suppose be treated special
Your told that any man to have you is lucky
But your never told that any man to take you is sick
Your never prepared for battle
Not the battle of love or trust
But the battle and living with yourself
Your never ready to fall on purpose
Your never prepared for someone to purposely accidentally push you
Girls are never prepared to be boms
When your young, your told you are a princess
And when you grow up, your told your just like every other girl
Falling and waiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem