Author's Note:
This is a poem inspired by Keke Palmer's Music Box.
Little girl, little girl
Plug your tiny ears
Don't listen to the shouting
Or the words that you hear
Little girl, little girl
You could be a president
It doesn't matter where you started
It just matters where you ended
Little girl, little girl
Listen to me close
You're gonna get some food
And a nice little home
Little girl, little girl
You're daddy's coming back
He didn't want to leave you
Your mama's why he's mad
Little girl, little girl
Hey look it's a distraction
If you ever lose a loved one
To cry is your reaction
Little girl, little girl
Go raise your cell phone high
Raise up the light for
People who ain't getting by
Little girl, little girl
Please shut of your ears
Don't listen to the sirens
Or the shots that you hear
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