I was told
To tell the truth
But only if
It doesn't hurt people
A little girl
Sidles up to her Mamma
*Mama, why shan't I not lie,
When it makes you so cry?*
A Mamma is questioned
By a young un' with a little more sense
Than grown ups could ever wish to achieve
A beautiful woman replies,
To her small child with a smile and sheds a tear
Because her baby girl
Speaks with no fear
Of her already questioning conscience
*Oh, baby.
I love you.
But please,
Carry on being you,
Because you have an entire lifetime,
To make* boys *cry.
Do you understand, baby girl?*
*Yes, Mama.
Speak the truth-
Make boys cry a salty tear,
And feel no remorse.*
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
I was told
To tell the truth
But only if
It doesn't hurt people
A little girl
Sidles up to her Mamma
*Mama, why shan't I not lie,
When it makes you so cry?*
A Mamma is questioned
By a young un' with a little more sense
Than grown ups could ever wish to achieve
A beautiful woman replies,
To her small child with a smile and sheds a tear
Because her baby girl
Speaks with no fear
Of her already questioning conscience
*Oh, baby.
I love you.
But please,
Carry on being you,
Because you have an entire lifetime,
To make* boys *cry.
Do you understand, baby girl?*
*Yes, Mama.
Speak the truth-
Make boys cry a salty tear,
And feel no remorse.*
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