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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
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
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
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
Part of being a little girl,
Were all the ways we saw the world.