teach boys the female anatomy

young boys, young boys, take a look young boys

this right here is a young girl’s heart.

right on her sleeve is where this organ stays, 

it’s where she keeps her emotions and feelings at bay.

notice how it’s fragile and soft and sweet

and it looks just like yours, if not a bit weak.

young boys, young boys, this one here

is a chart of a broken, young girl’s fears

her beauty is mellow, her sorrow clear,

the young girl lost her innocence, here.

young boys, young boys, look real close

this picture shows the young girl’s dreams as ghosts

she was shot down so many times, you see

that she gave up on herself, even you and me.

young boys, young boys, you and i know

that a young girl’s beauty lies deep below

the skin, the scars, the boxes and jars

of years of ugly emotion that mars

not only her skin but that beautiful mind

that was once so sweet, so lovely, and kind

but the world told her that she was just lost

that her warmth would soon be covered in frost

and young boys, young boys, heed my words

don’t let the young girls be caged like birds.

they love freedom and desire it strongly

so don’t allow the girls to think that they’re faulty

their imperfections are the roots of their beauty

and i say this because i believe, truthfully

that under the thorns and the spite and the scorn

is a girl that longs for the world that was born

of rainbows and unicorns and dreams everlasting

before she bragged about “diets” and “fasting”

hidden under thin skin and ribs that peeked out

of red skin and tears — a decade of drought.

so young boys, young boys, i beg of you dearly

when you see a young girl suffering clearly

reach out a hand to the heart on her sleeve

and take your other arm, let it weave

around to her back and pull her in

for a warm hug and give her a grin

because the young girls, young girls know so much pain

with the binds around her limbs and brain

help her, young boys, this i will ask

as someone who was a young girl in the past.