A little girl came to you
With flushed excitement
To show you another good grade
But you brushed her aside
Because it was expected
Like she needed to do more.
That little girl told you
How much it hurt to be
Disregarded every time
Until she became an adult
And sought success.
Then you expect this girl
To do something for you,
That she could win a prize
For you that wasn’t earned.
When you had ignored
Every prize she did earn.