It’s nice in here, warm and cozy
And dark and oh-so-quiet
Except for the strange ‘thump-thump’
And the occasional words of love.
I’ve heard mama talking to me
Telling me of the world out there
She talks about squirrels and sparrows
About autumn leaves and spring tulips.
She tells me that roses are red
And she says that I’ll look like one, too
She tells me that I’m safe in here
Because angels are watching over me.
She tells me about something called ‘love’
She hopes I’ll find it some day
She says not to worry about anything
Because she and papa would love me always.
But then she says it’s a cruel world
That I was better off in here
Sometimes I’ve heard mama and papa shouting
And I think maybe she’s right.
She says people are selfish and rude
And that they are callous
She tells me of the damage they’ve caused
To the world and to themselves.
She says people lie and hurt others
Do just about anything to get their way
She says I should be careful in placing my trust,
Because I could easily fall from grace.
Papa used to talk to me, too
He said I was a gift, a miracle
But he doesn’t talk to me anymore
He stopped after I turned out to be a girl.
I think mama is happy, though
But happy and sad all at once
Because ever since she found out I’m a girl,
I’ve heard her crying a lot.
No matter how ugly or beautiful mama says the world is,
I want to see and explore for myself.
I’m scared, though, because papa’s always angry these days
Will they let me open my eyes?