Appalachian Girl, Where Did They Spend Your Crown?
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Little hands they have, my sister
Born from Mountains and blackest coal
Created by those that so proud, dig
for righteous living in dark holes
Little minds they say, my brother
Little to do still in this town
Dreams of severing the cycle,
becoming the Princess, Achieving the Crown
Little girls or little women
Confounding purgatory state
A humble school is all they have
Destiny influenced by man and State
But "Big" minds far beyond their reach
Cut away with polished hand
One by one the programs fall
"Lofty" dreams slip away like sand
Sand replaced by boredom, Folly
Little girls like little boys
Little left to do but love
and then begins their harder choice
Little hands seem smaller still
Eclipsed by swelling breast and womb
Many end the school book journey
Trade crown for shame and family tomb
Little hands in the Mountains
The cycle spirals like before
Pity, schools that were a haven
can't afford them anymore.