Baby Girl

Hey, Baby girl,
I tell you this every day you're beautiful,
and no I'm not talking about the way your body looks or the way your hair compliments every feature of your face,
I'm talking about how beautiful your heart and your brain is and how your soul screams out to me every single second of how much you love and care about everybody,
Yet, no one screams back.
You tell me these stories of how you're not good enough for him and how you don't deserve him or about him, and him, and him.
But, Baby girl let me fix those phrases because you've been thinking about them all wrong.
You have this body, this body that deserves to be admired but those who admire only want you for their filthy pleasures.
So again Baby girl he is not worthy of your castle, the throne you sit upon does not deserve his being, you deserve the world and nothing less.
So let this be a reminder,
to all those boys who have traced their greedy fingertips along your thighs, and all those boys who said smile it looks good on you, and to all the boys with the eyes like piranha's who stare at you and look you up and down and say unpleasant things and catcall and make you feel uncomfortable.
That one day they will find a girl who will tolerate them until that goddess of a woman realizes there is no room for a joker in her castle.
So again Baby girl
I will never stop telling you how beautiful you are,
Because this world has never seen anything as gorgeous as you,
and if they feel like they have they haven't opened their eyes.