Whats your favorite color, they ask
The little girl, pigtails down her back

 

Perfectly done, not a stray hair out of place
parents must care, they think ..ribbons, lace....

 

She turns around, and knows its a stranger
They don't see, she's already known danger

 

Danger is a friend that doesn't lie
Like the laces or the shiny tie

 

Her daddy wears to work and her school
When he visits her to find out , hes fooled
The teacher into thinking
His little girl, 
isn't sinking
 

My favorite is black
becuase it doesnt lie
Black is black
it is not green
It sees me cry

 

 

It is like me, needed not wanted
like my daddy who gave and rotted

 

Like my mother, who tied the bows
To make me appear, but hide the blows

 Behind the black I hide my tears

 
now I'm older

 

Mascara filled eyes, you see no fears
I'm a doll
dressed up and cute
Black and pink

Dying and mute.