Look at her
In a pink bow and ruffles
A baby girl with beautiful curls
Look at her
So innocent and kind
Slowly growing that naïve mind
Look at her
She is looking at him
Falling in love, with trustful eyes
Look at her
As she lays with this boy
Moment of love, becomes a sin
Look at her
On the very next day
Everyone knows, legs on display
Look at her
With tears in hazel eyes
Crying the cherished moment away
Look at her
In the dreaded hallway
Hear the rumors, gossip, and lies
Look at her
Underneath the pink bows
Do you see the “slut” they called her?
Look at him
As he basks in the light
Praised for the win that took “no fight”