Now You’re on Your Own

A poem about growing up


Be good, little girl.
Put up your hood, little girl.
Cover up, little girl.
Drink this cup, little girl.

Nod when asked, now you’re grown.
Shine your mask, now you’re grown.
Clear your voice, now you’re grown.
Make a choice, now you’re grown.

Now, you are on your own.

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