Sugar and Spice

   I hold my breath and listen carefully,
 his voice is warm and kind it calls to us,
eyes cold and stealy as he looks at me,
don't forget what he constantly tells us.

Shivers run down my spine as he's speaking,
fearing him is what keeps us in our line,
he knows our weaknes and keeps us crying,
punishment whenever one of us whine.

He forces us to be strong yet be kind,
respect the tough and pity all the weak,
secrets that we hide and can't let him find,
we are gentle and sweet can't let him peek.

Beacause we are made of sugar and spice.
We have to act like we're all sweet and nice.

    
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