"Jump!" Pappa says.
"How high?" I say.
They laugh.
Good little girl!
Pats on the head.
Pride fills the chest.
Glasses click.
Life is good.

"Jump," drunk guy says.
"How high?" I say.
He laughs.
Glasses clink.
Blood down my thigh.
Innocence lost.
Pride fills his chest.
Daddy's little girl.

"Jump," society says.
"How high?"I say.
Running, starving, thin.
They laugh.
Money goes to them.
Glasses clink.
Pride fills their chest.

On a building

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