I'm still expected to turn,
And see your face,
Wherever I am,
Wherever you go,
Wherever you stand,
I'm still expected to think of you,
And what I did,
Reminded each and every day,
Of what I was expected to do,
To not do,
To be the perfect little girl,
Who loved,
Who cleaned,
Who was expected only speak when spoken to,
But what if I was expected to rebel?
To be the bad little girl that society wanted me to be?
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
I'm still expected to turn,
And see your face,
Wherever I am,
Wherever you go,
Wherever you stand,
I'm still expected to think of you,
And what I did,
Reminded each and every day,
Of what I was expected to do,
To not do,
To be the perfect little girl,
Who loved,
Who cleaned,
Who was expected only speak when spoken to,
But what if I was expected to rebel?
To be the bad little girl that society wanted me to be?
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