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Jun 2019
Be like me and then I’ll be like you
You could do all the things that I do
Who gives a **** what you could be
when I’m giving you a chance to be like me?
A chance to be like me!

So, come on get in this cage, little girl
Come on get in this cage, little girl
Be more like me…
It’s all the rage

Her echoing screams don’t convince her
until she feels her fists and forearms splinter
Oh, she’ll soon give up all the struggle
when she finally realizes being like me
is so much less trouble
so much less trouble

So, stop pounding on that cage, little girl
Stop pounding on that cage, little girl
Be more like me…
It’s all the rage

Ha! Bite you lip until it bleeds
Scratch until your nails break
My whispers are as soft and moist
as a pillow on your face
Stop that muffled wailing
so I can tell you who you are
Yes, you can finally fit in, girl
when you’re gone without a trace
Be more like me…
I’ll set you free

You face and body look so thin
I don’t really want to lock you in
You’d be so refreshed, you’d feel so new
if you would just stop being so much like you
so very much like you

So, swallow all that rage, little girl
Stop rattling your cage, little girl
There’s no more battle to be waged, little girl
You’re just going through a stage, little girl
You really should act your age, little girl
Now be quiet in that cage, little girl
Be more like me…
It’s all the rage
oh, yes, it’s all the rage!
Written for a friend and lover who had felt (and was still feeling) all of the pressure families and society place on women to conform and didn't always know how deal with her emotional response to it all...
will19008
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