Tiny crowns, frilly dresses
What’s the source of your obsession?
You say isn’t she cute?
What does that really mean to you?
Tempted by unripe fruit
A taste for innocence
Even from your youth
You’re a natural disaster
You don’t get happy ever after
You like to destroy and you like to corrupt
then blame it on a toddler sister
saying she “sleeps like a slut”
Well, little princess quiet
Can no longer keep her mouth shut
When the tiny victims
On the television screen
Don’t see what kind
Of under-blanket monster you feed
“Is it wrong even if I don’t act?”
You ask for my reply
What do you call that?
Don’t fool yourself with those lies
Innocence has now become
Your most solemn enemy
You couldn’t find it in you
So, you took it from me?
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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