A Letter to Britney Spears

We sexualized you at 15.

Had you prancing around in a plaid skirt,

Your top tightened

Exposing your flesh.

Did we forget you were just a child?

Intoxicated you with the limelight,

Stealing pieces of you,

Driving you crazy.

Now you’re in the city of sin

Women are treated as objects.

Back to how you started

Instead of short skirts and pigtails, now you have shades covering glossy eyes.

A year or two pass and now you’re back on track.

The public was giving up on you

Headlines of she’s never coming back are being thrown on the web.

This must have hit you, because you became stronger.

You made a comeback they say.

You’re presenting shows, having one of the highest selling shows in Vegas to date.

You look successful.

Bu-but to who? The numbers? The public? Yourself?

As if you were responsible to pick up the pieces that we caused to break.

We’re waiting for the next Princess to crown

We’ve pushed you off the throne.