Please - TEEN

Not a woman

Yet, not a girl

I feel like a child

Running through my backyard

I can see the woods

With my father standing in the doorway

What did he see that I cannot believe

What kind of woman did he think that I would be

What did he see that I cannot believe

What kind of woman did he think that I could be

He’d say

Don’t you forget that you’re good and you’re worth it

Oh, oh won’t you talk to me

Yeah, scream if you must but please

Please, talk to me

I’ll run with the wind

I’ll come to the water where you lay but please

Please, talk to me

Now listen

Just close your eyes so tight

That you can see what I see

Then you’ll know

Everything that I know

I am my fathers daughter

He named me Lizzie

I was born in the winter

They called me Metok

I was raised in the North

With my two sisters

I have a singer for a mother

I am a woman of few words, words, words