This little girl, she was so small She grew, she grew up But she was still so small. Fortunately for her, she had a brother He was bigger She could take care of him But also He could be her excuse. Because as this sweet little girl grew She grew into a baller She could play She could jump She could catch Anything And if you ever, ever saw her run Damn Quick little girl. She was something to see And you could see she loved to play All day long She barely ate She barely slept Her dad showed her how to oil her mitt She slept with that mitt She could play. And in the fall Watch her fly With that ball Under her arm And watch that little girl Damn That little girl With that Great. Big. Arm. Sweetness Was her hero All autumn she would play She could out run you She could out gun you She could play. Then would come the winter The cold winter in the windy city by the lake And she shot And she scored And she ran Damn She could run. But she was waiting The girl who could run was waiting For the snow and the ice to melt Any excuse to play Running bases Or bounce and fly Then finally, finally, finally Her beloved ball. This game helped her She played through her parents split This game fed her She played through their indifference This game saved her She put her heart into this game because she had nowhere else to put it She got attention this way She got love She knew Through this play, she was special. Then she turned eleven Oh eleven So young, too young to have those ABOMINATIONS They separated her She was no longer the girl who could run She was the kid who could run very very fast For A Girl This phrase followed her For A Girl This phrase tormented her For A Girl She’d like to be deaf she heard this phrase so much. Now, when she wanted to play She had to play with the other girls in a group She still played with the kids from the neighborhood But from then on For A Girl Would be at the end of every sentence that described her. She shook it off She played anyway She still loved her sport She loved to catch, throw, run She could even pitch She was clutch She grew with her brother. To her parents She was suddenly a nuisance She made new friends She loved Madonna Every girl loved Madonna Madonna begged to be loved With whatever she had Madonna wanted you To Love Her The girl could relate She felt unlovable So she played where she could, When she could And did you ever see her run? Damn She could run. She found drink It dulled the For a girl Her life was becoming Weed Much duller For a girl Then she found boys. They loved that she could throw, Catch ANYTHING They liked that she could run. “Man. Did you see that girl? She was fast!! I bet she’ll slow down for me.” That girl. That sweet little girl. She wanted love. She loved that the boys liked to watch her run In front of them Around them Past them Her friends told her in their sacred girl whispers, “Let him catch you!” Oh The girl had not thought to let them catch her So she did She slowed And they caught her And what happened Was this strange Entangled And extremely awkward groping dance That girl Did not like this. So she ran And she caught And she threw with that Great. Big. Arm. And man, her bat was quick She watched as girls around her Did the dance of grope With those poor, awkward boys But she could not feel them She could only feel her heart when she played. So she played And she did not stop She played through new brothers and sisters Marching through her living room Through step parents who treated her like an obstacle Through parents who could barely be bothered To watch their little girl run Watch her catch, or throw. One time One time One time When her dad came to watch her play A man in the stands told him that his little girl was a natural That he had never seen the like, in a girl That she could play with the boys if she wanted Later her father told her what the man had said She could tell he was proud. She could feel that love. That would prove to be one of her very best days. Soon, a new brother, a man came into her life Brought by her Mother’s Partner Her son. He watched her play He told her that she was strong The girl could not believe someone so tall would notice her She could not believe that someone so beautiful would watch her Suddenly, the girl had the urge to slow down Though she knew she shouldn’t But she wanted love, just like Madonna She would do ANYTHING to get love Even Slow Down. And that awkward dance of grope? That became the secret dance of Finally Finally Finally Someone will touch me, love me, feel ME She lost herself in it In his breath. He would buy them peach schnaaps And they would drink and kiss and he showed her For the very first time How good it felt To feel a mans chest Pressed Against The ABOMINATIONS FUCK It felt good It felt so good that she wanted it all the time The girl who could run? Was lying down an awful lot. She stopped calling them the abominations Nothing that felt so damn good Could be all that bad But he was her brother And a man And what they were doing was wrong The first time the girl who could run felt good It Was Wrong It ended Badly Horribly 30 years later she would hear about that man But never Ever From him. So the girl who could run ran again She put herself back into her sport. She put her heart halfway into it Hard to put her heart into For A Girl. The next man, a boy really, showed up And the girl who could run slowed down again She knew if she didn’t Another girl would take her place Quickly and easily So she slowed way down She fell The girl who could run fell Hard She told him she loved him He told her he loved her! Finally Finally Finally Love. She still played, the girl who could run But she did not put her heart in to it She knew she had to choose She chose him He loved her She gave him The girl who could run Her heart He took it In the haze of the drink and the smoke and the sex and the sex and the sex The girl who could run All But Stopped. |
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