'Just An Image' Poem by Linda Winchell

Little girl with your long brown hair
Sleek jeans with a look
Like they've been spray painted on.

Where are you going with that image you show?
Do you think that's the, ' In look? '
So called, 'In look', you know?

You've just barely turned sixteen
But you look twenty one.
Out on night streets alone
Looking for what you say is, 'Just some fun! '

But what might be awaiting you
Is some unwanted advance.
With that image you're portraying
You're really taking a big chance.

Chance of innocence loss, with that grown up look
Of all the immages you're seeing
In movies and books.

Take care my dear
For I'm watching you.
I'm that evil which now stalks
Just that sort of Image you do!