A girl named June sat in her room
Wanting a better computer
She worried ‘bout wins, and her new roblox wings
Things like ponies, they meant nothing to her.
Her parents knew
She cared not for shoes,
Or dolls, hair brushes or new makeup hues
All it seemed she wanted to do
Was play games,
and she won at them too
She killed dragons in minecraft, as she fell through the days
And played fortnite for hours as she wasted away
She’d get money from wins,
And buy all the skins
But she always just seemed to want more
Her parents tried to stop this fool,
They made lots and lots and lots of rules,
But every time they would try to make rules
She’d answer “thank you kanye, very cool”,
And they tried and tried, rule after rule
But just never seemed to get through
She wasn’t too keen on much but TV
She’d sit for hours and hours
Watching Spongebob and Gary
While she drank her Sprite cranberry
Wasting and wasting away
She began skipping school
And breaking the rules,
Just to stay home and play one more game
And all the doctors they went to, they tried and tried in vain
For not a single one could set upon to tame the young girl’s brain
Her doctor, he wanted to ask her why she’d started to vape,
She turned to him, with a sly little grin
And said “They did surgery on a grape”
The doctors knew what had happened too,
They tried and tried to get it through
The parents did not want to see
To let it through their heads
That they didn’t have a little girl, but a teenage boy instead.
We live in a country that advertises equality
But is that really the case?
Cases upon cases upon cases.
Most hardly even bat an eyelash
But some are viewed by the whole world
Two sides of the story
But only one is accepted
Women.
Fighting.
For their voices to finally be heard.
They don’t get any of the blame
But we do?
To us, they are loud and clear.
But to them, their screams cannot be heard from a mile away.
They ask what she was wearing.
They ask if she followed him into the room.
They ask if she lead him into the room.
They ask if she said no.
How is it always something we did?
But not them.
Dear Clock, you are the cage to time.
You make time go fast or slow,
With two arms, chasing one another,
Do you ever favor one?
Dear clock, you wake me up.
Your screechy sound, pulsing through me.
Does your alarm sound euphonious to you?
Dear clock, you have many forms,
Some as beautiful as morning and some as ugly as a scarecrow.
Do you have a favorite form?
Dear clock, you can be found everywhere,
In my phone, on my wall, on my arm.
Do you change with each place or are you the same?
Dear clock, you are a crystal clear wonder,
That goes tick tock tick tock…