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Dear Little Girl


Little girl, open your eyes see the light and reach

Don’t let it scare you, you are worthy to feel its warmth

The dark does not belong to you and you not to it.

Little girl, investigate the mirror and behold your everything

See your shame and your fear, see your body and its scars.

Look as closely inside as you do outside

And notice how the scars are painted with bright colors,

How your beauty is what cracks the mirror.

Little girl, give me your voice let yourself be heard

Sing your melodies and Speak your truth,

Do not whimper and let’s let go of the tears.

Your silence is what hurts the most.

The throbbing of my head and the knives that pierce my heart

Are the words never said, the cries never heard;

Are the speeches you never gave,

The words that could never bring comfort.

Little girl, let me see your heart;

Let me feel it pump in my hand.

I want to watch the blood move through you bringing you life.

I want to embrace the love it shows and the pain it tries to hide all at once;

I want to watch it beat its irregular rhythm and hear its song.

Little girl, give me your mind,

Give me the knowledge it holds,

And guide me with its wisdom.

I want it to look for hidden things with me, search for something new.

I want to take it on a journey with no destination

It will tell me all its secrets and I will tell it mine.

Little girl, place your hands on mine,

I want you to hold them, squeeze them tight

And let me feel your strength.

Break my fingers so that we can be broken together

I want you to fix them.

Little girl, I must confess,

I have known you since the day I was born.

I have watched you and witnessed the face you wear

And the words you have spoken and the actions you have taken,

I know you like I know myself.

I have hurt you and bathed myself in your tears.

You were worthless to me,

I have seen your evil,

I have hated you.

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