Part of being a little girl,

Were all the ways we saw the world,

Mom was mom because she was bigger,

And I’ll never admit, but she always knew better.

Oh how I couldn’t wait to grow up to be like her,

Wear lipstick and heels and carry a purse

cute

In my head I would be just the same but a little taller

It didn’t matter that my boobs would be significantly smaller.

I just couldn’t picture it, boobs were for grown-ups

My imagination could never stretch that far

Part of being a little girl,

Were all the ways we saw the world,

Oh my excitement of buying my first bra,

This had an underwire, I was ahead by far

under-wire-bra-cancer

All the girls in the changing room flocked to gape

In awe, in shock, in envy and hate

Yep! I had boobs now, I needed one

Adding new undergarments was part of the fun

Bodies were growing changes were happening

And all of a sudden our behaviour was baffling

Boys would gawk, boys would drool,

Boys would snicker, and act a fool.

Some were perves who dared to touch,

They had better be ready to cop a punch

Girls would blush and roll their eyes,

Some fought back and some would cry

Silly boys boobs are not for you,

They are merely tools,

For us to get you want we want you to do

Boobs were power, we were in control

Or at least that is what we had been told

By Oprah, every day at four,

Oh how we would learn so much more

Part of being a little girl,

Were all the ways we saw the world,

But wait, what’s this? it’s not all sunshine and glory

There was a little more to the boob story

Part of having this body enhancer

Meant we were at risk for breast cancer

breast cancer

How can I stop it, what can I do?

Is there something I could change in my food?

This was rather scary, I could get it too.

Close your eyes and fingers crossed,

That we would never suffer such a loss

Then my mother got the call

My little cousins didn’t have their mom any more

Songs of praise, glory and sorrow

As we lower Aunt Angela into her burrow

We try to ignore it’s such a sad topic,

Do the girls know, why mom got so sick?

A better way, is an understanding for all

So that we know, the good sometimes fall

ribbon

Part of being a little girl,

Were all the ways we saw the world.

 

 

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