Poem: My Daughter the YA Heroine

I was looking through old emails for a poem I wrote in the tenth grade to use for a writing project, and I found this. Its pretty terrible, but kind of funny. So I’ll post this here.

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My Daughter the YA Heroine

My girl she’s special

Not like the other girls

She’s pretty

But she doesn’t think it

Smart but doesn’t

Make a big deal of it

My girl she has

two best friends

Hanging out with

The neighbors boy

The one they say

Is trouble

She’s been helping him study

Their lab partners in science

But she hates him no really

I’m too busy to figure out the truth

A job to do bills to pay

Here father called last week

But She didn’t want to talk

My girl she’s fragile

Not strong not fast

But she holds the weight

Of all his secrets

She whispers in the dark

My girl

She comes home with

Blood on her clothes

And I want to scream

Stay away run away

He’s no good

But she doesn’t trust me

She trusts him

And he looks so broken

When she’s gone

I lost the right to tell her

No

I can only say

Becafeful

And she thinks she’s smart

Thinks she’s getting away

With the lies

But mothers know

They listen to the silence between

My girl

she’s gonna change the world

If she lives through

This hell

My girl

she’s gonna change the world

If she only let’s herself