Hanque O . . . - Child (3)

o-o-h child, things are gonna get easier,
o-o-h child, things are gonna get brighter

—Laura Nyro, lyric

—

In your mini-skirt
you were
cute as a bug,

a smile as honest
and innocent
as spring,

hair back in a rubber-band,
nothing to hide.
Child,

someone told you a lie.
Child,
don't fret,

someday things
are going to get easier—someday.

Hanque O . . .

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-3-2/