By Tanya Jain
I grow old, I grow old, with the passage of time,
With age, with maturity, but not not by heart.
My bosom's all developed and I monthly bleed,
My heart's still a child, but I'm ready to conceive.
My age has the number to care for the weak,
But my heart's still small enough to play and loudly weep.
My voice is still loud, but I'm not asked to speak
I can't roar like a wild cat, and I'm supposed to be meek.
I grow old, I grow old, and I'll soon get married,
Cause they call me cute no more and this makes me worried.
I grow old I grow old and they'll ask me to leave my home,
Cause I am a girl and I'm supposed to enlighten his room.
I grow old, I grow old, but I want to be a baby
I want to wear my short skirts with no eyes that are judgy.
I grow old, I grow old, but I don't want to be,
Cause growing old is a life, filled with misery.
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