remember the days
when we could smile
and we could laugh
without a care in the world
our bodies
were simply the things
that we scraped and burned
when we fell off our bikes
and our bellies
were the things
that weird and giggled
when daddy blowed on it
because it tickled
and makeup
was for old people
because we were little
and every little girl is beautiful
because our mommies said so
but our daddies leave
and we quit believing our mommies
our bodies are for torturing
and our bellies are for starving
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Short Storythere's something especially heartbreaking about watching your daddy leave. there's something oh so ruining about watching your momma cry.
