They can’t fly. They can’t be as stunning as the girls in fairytales. They can’t have a knight in shining armor to come and save them from themselves. They can’t even reach up and cuddle the stars.
I’d like to discuss just exactly what is wrong with this world. I’d like to tell whoever made it, and everything, how they messed up. They made the girls all right, but the earth around them and the boys for them just aren’t good enough. Their earth doesn’t let them fly. Their boys don’t let them free.
They watch the butterflies and the ravens and the mosquitoes and they wither. They see the flowers as nimble as the wind that pushes them and shrink from their grace and beauty in shame. They watch life unfold and wish they could be just like it. I watch life unfold all around, and I wish I could be right up in the middle of every second.
But my world doesn’t allow girls to be a part of and just like everything they long for.