girlbossanova - the hat man pt. 2

They swarm, they swarm, like vultures to rot
The pretty young girl whose body has not
Developed so fully, but hit the sweet spot
Between woman and child the body they sought

It must be small
It must be naive
It must have a heart
It wears on its sleeve
It must have a brain
All filled with mush
A malleable sand
They can easily crush

One after another they swarm in packs
They'll touch your heart and rub your back
They'll break your ribs and bruise your heart
Then tell you it's a normal start
To womanhood and endless bliss
But in sex ed they never said
The constant dread it fills you with

Written by:
Erin McBride

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