I Hope That My Daughter Uses Her Voice By Kiara Whittle I bet she'll be pretty,
They say at her cot.
I wonder what this means,
So I ask.
Pretty what?
Pretty bold?
Pretty bright?
Pretty wise,
Loud and brave?
But they just mean her face,
And they hope she'll behave.
But I hope my daughter doesn't do as she's told.
As long as she's safe,
I hope my daughter is bold.
She questions the world,
She fights as she'll stand.
She knows she has power,
As great as any man.
She is sporty or creative,
She has so much to say.
She is kind and inquisitive,
And changes the world each day.
When she becomes a teen,
I know the world will seem tight.
With a small box to fill,
And then she'll be right.
I hope she knows her beauty doesn't come from her face.
That being a woman doesn't mean knowing your place.
And I hope she is happy and fights for her choice.
I hope that my daughter always uses her voice.