Little Girl Out of The Box
Lydia Joy


Little girl, living in a box of a world, 
Question everything. Scream when they say to sing.

You deserve so much more than what they say; 
Your existence allows you the option to walk away.

Break the mold; find your way.
Don't blend in, you stand out with the words you say.

Be the night when they're the day.
Be the red when they're nothing but the pale.

Pick up that book, the one with the forbidden pages. 
Read it, breathe it, take it in and wage it.

It may be the answer to that burning question and if not, still search on. 

Don't give in, don't give up.  These days can be put behind you, they can be gone.


They cut you when it was you they said they loved. 
But, little girl, love don't draw blood.

Words and rules shouldn't hurt; make you doubt who you are or your self worth. 

Leave it alone, let it go. Turn your back on them; put the past down.

Sacred Book it may be, but that speaker never cared about you, never thought about me. 

Those rules no longer apply. Turn around, wave goodbye. 

Take a step forward, try just a little one. Make an effort, doesn't have to amount to much, it can be small. 

You keep fighting, pushing back, refusing to fall into line, standing tall. 

Little girl, with the questions written in your eyes, ask them, don't stop until the answers you find.

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