am I singing loud enough?

there are buttercups tumbling out of her pockets
& daisies tucked behind an ear
dandelion chain crowns
tied one end to the other
golden links for her hair
& she curls dirt-coated toes
digging anchors into the moss
deep breath of innocence filling her lungs
never closing her eyes for enjoyment
it's a world meant to be seen
with unwitnessed mysteries
the hum of bumble bee wings is a symphony
gentle buzz lifting on the breeze
whispering secrets only she hears
guarding them in her heart
next to her tattered dolls
& dreams as yet unborn
beauty must be sheltered
held in safekeeping
& she takes it seriously
beneath sun's tender kiss she grows
treasuring forgotten things
you think it's stars lighting her eyes
no...they're demons remains
ashes still glowing
permanent reminders...
...innocence lives...
where it can neither be stolen nor slain
each from another moment in time
others still haunt...
but she won't show you those
tucking more wildflowers in her dress
until they overflow
& she swallows her tears
choking back her screams
turning them to haunting melodies
a voice embodying all her emotions
so when she sings...
...you will feel everything





to the idiot who said we need to count rape & molestation as sex & we're no longer innocent...I've given it a lot of thought & here's my response...most emphatically &  categorically every which way...fuck you...we do not bring shame on ourselves or our families by speaking up...by existing...we highlight yours...you're part of the problem