A FEW WORDS FOR HER PARENTS
Your words are like razors,
Oh how they slash her.
Your tongue is like a cactus,
Always ready to prick her.
You love to rub the salt
Into her bloody, gaping wounds.
You must someday realize,
She will be a woman, and soon.
This life you have given her,
It is hers, and control is hers to take.
Her decisions, her choices, however wrong,
They are also hers, hers to make.
These words she writes now,
She just wanted to let you know,
That your little girl is no longer a baby,
She's become a woman, let her go.