This Small Town's Got Its Inner City, Too
Oh girls, what makes you toughen,
lacquer, line and blacken,
stare cold and closed and jaded at thirteen?
And boys, who made you harden
so early, so certain,
so that, by fifteen, you can't avoid becoming
a hard-lined, dead-stare version
of a man that God and Spirit
never would have chosen you to be?
lacquer, line and blacken,
stare cold and closed and jaded at thirteen?
And boys, who made you harden
so early, so certain,
so that, by fifteen, you can't avoid becoming
a hard-lined, dead-stare version
of a man that God and Spirit
never would have chosen you to be?
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