When I was little
I was a wild child
I would run and fall
And scrape up both knees
My mother would hold me
Let me cry
And whisper comforting things
To try to calm me down
While my father would tell me
To be tough and to dry my tears
And it worked
I focused not on the pain
But on how tough I would look
If I didn't cry
How proud my dad would be
How impressed the boys would be
To see a girl who doesn't whine
I grew up picking myself up
No matter how far I fell
Because you have to start young
If you want to grow up strong
Though does that apply?
When you are standing up fine?
But in your mind
You are
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