Dreams, Dreams Of Girls Dreaming Poem by James McLain

I am not afraid of all those creepy men, I hide inside my dreams.
I am that tiny pretty white girl men are hurting all the time.
Someone whom still dreams to taste a buttered yam or two.
That I am pure and innocent, am I not your strongest girl?
I need it there for me, my self esteem is all I'm worth.
You can hear them call my name, you can hear me in your head.
I was once like you before I pray they fade away,
and before I wake and face the day to take what I am given.
Sweet and sour little girls their dreams of what before will be.
Maybe my bad dreams of men whom hurt me for distractions.
I gather moss above your heads before you drift off into sleep.
And yet for some I can not help but see your situation.
Trauma and past injuries and I'm left to die before my time,
I can't dream, I dream a dream for little girls to help the ones like me.
Once naive I'm just a girl who'd try to change your world.
Mine is but the dream that little girls when sleeping dream.
I used to dream beneath the sky of chasing butter flies.
When all the little girls, when wide awake were never ment to have.