Devoted To You

Someday soon, Suzy Q, boys will start to notice you. Your obtusely angled breasts will soon take on sharp proportions and be thrust out like a hitchhiker's thumb into a loveless, unsure infinity. Your hair will grow, your bones will lengthen. Boys will start to talk to you Suzy Q. In groups, their penises will jump out towards you, desperately reaching to shake your hand. As you age, Suzy, your blood will become magnetic, as all the iron-soaked vessels feel the pull of a certain draw. Boys will want other things from you, Suzy, and you'll want things from them too. You will be confused, Suzy. Your feelings will be strong. Push them all way down, Suzy, down like a dirty diaper. Push them down to the bottom of your petticoats, and hide them in the laces of your shiny black shoes. Don't listen to your feelings, Suzy. Don't listen to your friends. Only listen to me, Suzy, listen to Daddy. Daddy loves you, and he wants you to stay happy. Daddy knows what you need, Daddy knows what you want.
Do what Daddy says.
Smile for the camera, and Suzy, stop squirming.