21st century girl
Every day I see her.
With a swarm of potential suitors following her.
All envious of the the man who walks in stride with her
Hand in hand.
I think nothing of it.
I don’t acknowledge her.
Because giving her the knowledge that she catches my eye would feed her pride.
And I can’t contribute to the making of another monster.
Another beautiful girl that was never close to her father.
So instead she’s Looking for affection in numbers
Counting up the compliments she receives daily.
The Twitter likes on her pictures.
the reblogs and the revines
The followers on her Instagram
And in an instant I see her for what she is
Just a girl.
Alone in a sea of suitors
And none of them suit her