It's clumsy of us
what we don't tell our girls,
or
what we allow them to believe
Our little princesses become
housewives
they become
wine tasters and daydreamers
they become
chain smokers
they become
dressing rooms for clowns
they become
sidekicks to magicians
and never witness any REAL magic
as they turn his socks right-side out
and search for his remote control
All because we didn't have the heart
to tell them the truth
from the beginning
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