Little Girls Poem by Amouta Stardancer

Little girls, little girls,
when will you grow,
little girls, little girls,
you don't seem to know,
what is right,
what is wrong,
where you are,
where you belong.
Little girls, little girls,
you just want to be older,
though you're much too young,
to keep that on your shoulders.
You grow up too fast,
in this day and age,
trying to be adults,
and acting adult ways,
but you never mature,
you sell out to be 'cool',
and you think you're grown up,
when you're really just fools.
Dancing around,
as your bodies develop,
'look at me,
I'm all grown up',
but you're all little girls,
as you grow and fill out,
talking and talking,
but nothing about.
So you grow, and you grow,
and look like real women,
but you're still little girls,
by the lives that you're living.
You play follow the leader,
all over your life,
so you don't have to think,
about wrong and right,
lazy little girls,
who think they are women,
stay little girls,
lost little children.