from Finding Fish to finding me...
who will cry for the little girl
whose been told she's too big
to be beautiful
whose known lonliness
better than the taste of her own tongue
whose heartbroken wounds
heal with jagged edges/aching
to be smoothed by respect and affirmation
who will cry for the little girl
with her heart & soul
fragile as an autumn/red leaf fresh-fallen to the ground
whose salty tears incessantly warm her love
when facing sharp rejection
whose strength multiplies
through the madness of cruelty & ridicule
her spirit wakes to understand
why God has chosen such pain
to be her purpose/yet
she learns from it;
each dawn, she looks toward the Sun
just to see
who will cry for the little girl
...in me.
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