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Grown ups
Stella was one of them
Stella had a friend
Made up
“Stella is just pretend.”
Said the person on the other end
Break
She wouldn’t come near to a bend
Herself she would always defend
Grown up
Feeling like childhood all over again
Where the story of Stella began
Where they caught her
Whenever she ran
All she remembers
Was the size of those hands
Striking a lady
Stella always thinking
“Fight back!”
The lady replies
“I don’t think that I can.”
And that’s how she first remembers a man
Grown up
That’s how Stella felt
The first time talking to Sam
Too young
To know this is how the cycle began
He was already a man
He caught her
The last time that she ran
Because she fell
Listening to his music
She was already a fan
The only thing missing from their wedding
Were bands
She altered the way that she stands
Never making it to either of those
Not even a podium
But compromised for the sake of romance
So she never felt more alone
Than when she was left holding her hands
In the middle of the floor with no one to dance
The embarrassment
Made that feeling zoom and enhance
Grown up
Stella was introduced early
And she hated the chance
Destroyed all of her letters
So she couldn’t spell fight
Unprepared
Left her empty and light
Holes to be filled
Before she was alright
The cycle sped up
Teaching her that a man’s mind
Was more dangerous than the size of his hands
And in that pit of despair
She remembered her mams
Reflected on all of her lessons
No longer will she give in to any demands
Became rigid and bland
Grown ups
Stella was finally one
Met her a new friend
He lit up her world
Made her feel like a girl
In a fantasy land
And for a while
He was content with holding her hands
What he wanted inside of
Wasn’t her pants
But there was a wall
With ancient words
He couldn’t understand
So
He had to ask to get in
And she said
“I don’t think that I can.”