Well, here goes. This is an older poem, but one that still holds true today, unfortunately. Any and all thoughts welcome.
Happy, Happy Birthday
Her head barely fills my small hands
and her foot fits easily in my mouth;
she has exactly twenty-nine hairs
on her precious crown
and her azure eyes don't yet see the wonder in mine;
her skin is the soft of angels' wings
and her smile the innocence
of a thornless rose.
And I read yesterday
that she will soon be taught ?
in a matter of years ?
to dull her eyes with violence,
to pierce her skin with needles,
and to barter her innocence for money.
Happy, Happy Birthday Baby.
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Shelly Caplinger
"Dream out loud"
Happy, Happy Birthday
Her head barely fills my small hands
and her foot fits easily in my mouth;
she has exactly twenty-nine hairs
on her precious crown
and her azure eyes don't yet see the wonder in mine;
her skin is the soft of angels' wings
and her smile the innocence
of a thornless rose.
And I read yesterday
that she will soon be taught ?
in a matter of years ?
to dull her eyes with violence,
to pierce her skin with needles,
and to barter her innocence for money.
Happy, Happy Birthday Baby.
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Shelly Caplinger
"Dream out loud"