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Pretty in Dresses
We use to love dressing up
Didn’t we
Mamma always telling us
That it was the smile we wore
That made it complete And not the dress
Always glittering
When we were told
That we looked beautiful
Believing everything we heard
Innocent is the child that believes
Once small enough to fit
Into a size 3 tap shoe
I now wear seductive
Black stilettos and make-up
You use to love running
Around with a fro yelling
“Free as my people
Free as the wind”
But now
Now I hide it
Afraid of being shunned
I’ll take it out one day though
In memory of you
We were a pair
Smiling our lives away
Strolling down
The scenic way of life
Taking time to grow and blossom
Spending our moments
Watching the world move
As we tried our hardest to stand still
Taking whatever was given
To us by the hand
Trusting it to care for us
One day you took mommy’s hand
And I took a mans
And they said to us
“you look pretty”
And we thought to ourselves
Yes, pretty, in dresses
We use to love dressing up
Didn’t we
Mamma always telling us
That it was the smile we wore
That made it complete And not the dress
Always glittering
When we were told
That we looked beautiful
Believing everything we heard
Innocent is the child that believes
Once small enough to fit
Into a size 3 tap shoe
I now wear seductive
Black stilettos and make-up
You use to love running
Around with a fro yelling
“Free as my people
Free as the wind”
But now
Now I hide it
Afraid of being shunned
I’ll take it out one day though
In memory of you
We were a pair
Smiling our lives away
Strolling down
The scenic way of life
Taking time to grow and blossom
Spending our moments
Watching the world move
As we tried our hardest to stand still
Taking whatever was given
To us by the hand
Trusting it to care for us
One day you took mommy’s hand
And I took a mans
And they said to us
“you look pretty”
And we thought to ourselves
Yes, pretty, in dresses