Safe, sound. Security abounds.
Tiny fingers & toes just being formed,
Not yet to this world conformed;
A priceless gem to all who know of her coming.
Before one glance, assured her beauty’s becoming.
She feels the love radiating from outside,
Already crowned as royalty before taking a single stride
Into the dangers lurking outside in this fallen world,
The ones that tell her what it means to be a girl.
For what awaits after baby steps,
Is the trail that leads to brokenness;
You’ll be pretty, poised, polished, petite;
Witty, wooing, unwilling to miss a beat.
You’ll be calm, collected, courageous & smart;
Sensible, stunning, always snatching the head start.
You’ll get all the “A”s, make the winning plays,
And capture every single man’s gaze;
After all, your calling is to be an object of praise.
You’ll be told beauty comes from within,
Yet bombarded with the pressures of being thin.
You’ll be told your accolades don’t matter,
Yet pushed to perform to climb the corporate ladder.
You’ll be told to be yourself, void of the world.
While being molded to fit on a shelf—a droid of a girl.
Seek more, be more, do more, climb higher;
Be strong, hold high your chin, be a bold-faced liar,
As you pretend not to crumble within—perfection is dire
…But one day, of this game you’ll tire.
For it’s a death trap you were never designed to win,
Beautifully wrapped by Satan to hold you hostage to sin.
Once joyful, treasured, pure, fearless;
Now jaded, trapped, pained, hopeless;
Not quite the plan God had in mind for His princess,
Yet you’ll feel too far gone to change nonetheless.