Growing Up
A poem by Scout Finch
A baby is born
She learns to walk
She learns to talk
Her future is bearing down on her, crushing her to pieces...
She just can't feel it yet
The baby girl smiles as her daddy lifts her up in the air
She wines when her nanny puts her to bed
She giggles when her brother softly tickles her tiny head
These are the best days of the little girl's life
Don't let your childhood slip away, little girl...
Things take a turn for the worst
She takes her first step
Speaks her very first word
And develops a pure Southern girl's attitude
This little girl ain't a baby no more
She laughs as she throws the ball to her older brother, the wind whipping across her face
They are forever united as brother and sister
In their minds, the time is paused
But the clock keeps ticking
Her daddy happily accepts her requests to play with her
She helps her nanny in the kitchen
Her brother gives her credit for building the toy train, even though he was the one who created it
The baby girl is now required to be a proper girl
A girl that does not get in fights
A girl that wears dresses
A girl that understands government, politics, discrimination
A girl that is prohibited from holding her brother's hand in public
A girl that does not interrupt to ask questions bursting with curiosity
A girl that is not her.
That lady is not Scout Finch
I am Scout Finch.
A poem by Scout Finch
A baby is born
She learns to walk
She learns to talk
Her future is bearing down on her, crushing her to pieces...
She just can't feel it yet
The baby girl smiles as her daddy lifts her up in the air
She wines when her nanny puts her to bed
She giggles when her brother softly tickles her tiny head
These are the best days of the little girl's life
Don't let your childhood slip away, little girl...
Things take a turn for the worst
She takes her first step
Speaks her very first word
And develops a pure Southern girl's attitude
This little girl ain't a baby no more
She laughs as she throws the ball to her older brother, the wind whipping across her face
They are forever united as brother and sister
In their minds, the time is paused
But the clock keeps ticking
Her daddy happily accepts her requests to play with her
She helps her nanny in the kitchen
Her brother gives her credit for building the toy train, even though he was the one who created it
The baby girl is now required to be a proper girl
A girl that does not get in fights
A girl that wears dresses
A girl that understands government, politics, discrimination
A girl that is prohibited from holding her brother's hand in public
A girl that does not interrupt to ask questions bursting with curiosity
A girl that is not her.
That lady is not Scout Finch
I am Scout Finch.