There's something in my closet. Its raspy monster breath makes my curtains flutter at night. I tell my mom, but she says it's just the sound of the wind whispering secrets to the moon.
There's
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Little girls
We are Locked Up
Our only value in our golden hair
And wrinkle-free skin
Taught to want to be
Beauty
To fall in love with a Beast
To forgive our kidnapping and abuse
Kissing frogs
And unconscious 16 year olds
Wicked fantasies
Shoved in our face
& squeezed around our waist
But two princesses dancing
That's a horror to be shielded from.
We are Locked Up
Our only value in our golden hair
And wrinkle-free skin
Taught to want to be
Beauty
To fall in love with a Beast
To forgive our kidnapping and abuse
Kissing frogs
And unconscious 16 year olds
Wicked fantasies
Shoved in our face
& squeezed around our waist
But two princesses dancing
That's a horror to be shielded from.