Pretty baby had a fiesta.
Pretty baby had a pretty piñata she loved.
Pretty baby beat the rainbow piñata endlessly.
Over and over until the candy was spilling everywhere.
Until all the candy was gone.
Until the pretty piñata was torn into pieces.
Until baby only had a beaten pretty past to see.
Pretty baby sugar and stress don’t mix.
Pretty baby rejoice in the memories and move on.
Pretty baby love you more than you love the piñata.
Over and over again scream self-love.
Until all the candy is forgotten.
Until pretty baby isn’t torn any more.
Until baby only has the view of a pretty bright future.
Leslieann Elle Santiago
Stylist - Writer - Curator
Stylist | Writer | Curator