Beat Babe: A Poem For Dakota Fanning

Baby Dakota

Baby Dakota.

Baby Dakota.

Where are you?

I thought we’d always be young.

I thought we’d live forever.

I thought you were a perma-child.

But then you grew up and betrayed me.

Now I have a wrinkle.

And you have a cankle.

Who made you change?

Who cursed you?

Denzel?

Tom?

Jim?

Sean?

Brittany?

I miss our youth.