How can I ever tell you that in the 21st century, as innocent as you are, you will be sexualized.
It started with one peak under that skim cloth that made you an icon Halloween costumes turned your baby face into the mask of a "babe"
There are no more dogs struggling to tear your short shorts now only mutts scattering clubs hands dangling onto your belt loops as if they were in the middle of a hurricane
You, Coppertone Baby, didn't know any better you were minding your own **** business vacationing on the beach when somebody had the audacity to snap a picture of your ***. Sweet little girl, you are us.
You are society's expectations of innocent women so easily willing to publicize our bodies printed on billboards sold in magazines You put your hair up for vanity but we tie our hair back to avoid violent hands You, Coppertone Baby will never be known as Cheri, just like today, we are branded into the clothes made to hide our bodies but couldn't do it enough we are the voiceless
We are the shadows hiding behind anatomy we are nip-slips we are on the front cover of ******* magazines You grew up not expecting it merely existing only knowing the words, "mommy and daddy."
Welcome, Coppertone Baby, to the present, not so much a gift where your first words are now, "thank you" the camera is constantly pointed constantly asking you to sit pretty you will learn to avoid beaches and only buy the clothes that suffocate your skin
I know you were meant to sell sunscreen but how can I ever buy your product if I can't even hardly go outside.