Unsolicited.
Little face,
oh little face,
once again.
We did not lean
in close enough
to see the wrinkles
and gray hairs,
so little face,
we condescend.
Little face,
oh little face,
the tighter
we hold you
in our hands.
We pull back the skin
and tighten your grin
and you are subject
to our demands.
Little face, oh
little face,
we do not know your
plans.
And little face,
oh little face,
we accidentally
turned over
how the hourglass stands.
So cut your hair
and dress up
proper, there will
be then nothing to
stop her.
And make
sure to emphasize
those cans.
And little face,
oh little face,
endure.
Because
no matter what
you procure
your lot
in life withstands.
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This made me cringe because of how true it is. Makes me very sad, though I love how you've written it. Most especially: "We pull back the skin
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and you are subject
to our demands."
you are amazing <3
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