Shaneka Taylor

(9/16/93 / New Orleans, La)

Who Will Cry For The Little Girl?


Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that sleeps
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that weeps
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that will soon be grown
Who will cry for the little
the little girl who can't make it on her own
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl who sits and stands
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl who watches life in her hands
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that gives
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that lives
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that sleeps
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl inside of me
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl who used to be ME! !

Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008

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  • Mark Walsh (3/26/2014 12:12:00 PM)

    This poem is taken from the movie Antwone Fisher story. t
    True story about himself, and he himself wrote the peom. She changed to a little girl.

    Written by Antwone Fisher (Report) Reply

  • Monica Ramirez (6/16/2009 4:16:00 AM)

    as I read this I came up with a response. =]
    I'm new here...I hope it is liked.


    no one will cry for the little girl
    the little girl that sleeps
    no one will cry for the little girl
    the little girl that weeps

    no one will cry
    because no one is ever sane
    no one will cry
    so they find that poor child to blame

    no one will cry for the little girl
    the girl that will soon be grown
    no one will cry for the little girl
    the little girl that can't make it on her own

    no one will cry
    no not one single soul
    no one will cry
    she is expected to shed tears of her own

    no one will cry for the little girl
    the little girl who sits and stands
    no one will cry for the little girl
    the little girl who watches life in her hands

    no one will cry
    as she sits and waits
    no one will cry
    nobody will open the gates

    no one will cry for the little girl
    the little girl that gives
    no one will cry for the little girl
    the little girl that lives

    no one will cry
    people with their selfish plans
    no one will cry
    they don't think they can

    no one will cry for the little girl
    the little girl who's gone askew
    no one will cry for the little girl
    you say this girl is you


    so you've grown
    now you must know
    the world is selfish
    humans have grown to be more and more childish
    never paying attention to those who've become neglected
    their poor hearts dented

    who will cry
    is still unknown
    but who should cry
    well sweety it's time to shed tears
    let go of your fears
    who will cry...it is you
    because it is time to start new. (Report) Reply

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