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She's not yet a pre-teen.
She is Herself everyday. 
She has no idea that anyone could hate her 
or think she is bad. 
She loves how strong she is
 and shows off her muscles proudly.
She loves to sing to mommy 
and make her smile. 
She thinks she's so funny! 
She tells her daddy jokes
 that make him cry with laughter
 and slap his knees with delight.  

All her friends love her 
as much as she loves them. 
She knows she is very beautiful 
because everyone tells her
 and no one would lie.
Plus she looks in her mirror 
when she plays dress up. 
She is a pretty, pretty princess!
She knows she is Special 
cause daddy looks at her 
with that wonder
 and love in his eyes…
just like everyone she meets
 will do once she meets everyone. 
She believes and has faith
 in whatever she is told. 
She believes equally in Santa Claus
,a Tooth fairy, a Savior named Jesus
 who loves her, 
an Easter bunny, 
lots of princesses who 
live in magical worlds, 
and a God who created her,
 and lots of planets in the universe, 
gravity, and dragons! 

She can be and do anything 
she wants to when she grows up. 
President of the USA, 
a famous singer, a trash collector,
 an artist, a walrus, a teacher, a doctor, 
a mommy, even a daddy!!

She loves to eat chocolate
 and french fries, and ice cream, 
and cookies. 
She has never thought about
 how much she weighs 
or how much money is in her piggy bank
 or that one day death 
will knock on her door…or even cancer. 
When someone does knock 
on the door her first thought 
isn't, “where’d I put my pepper spray” 
but, “what wonderful new thing is going to happen”, 
and she wonders if it might be a prize! 
She knows there is right and wrong though…
like it's wrong to take something
 that doesn't belong to you 
without asking first…
But…not sharing isn't nice. 

Now, she is older. 
What happened to THAT little girl?
 When did she begin
 that self depreciation mantra
 always in her thoughts?
When did she begin 
to try to change who she was
 to please others?
When did she lose that self confidence?
When did she lose her faith 
in the magical or mysterious? 
Why did she start to follow
 insane rules and let people 
herd her with their switches 
to shamefully climb into the box 
marked, “ JUST A GIRL"? 
When did she stop loving Herself?
Can she remember that girl, 
that girl that was, 
Herself?
She's not sure. 

She riffles through old boxes
 in the attic of her mind, 
finds her red superhero cape,
 and fastens it around her slim neck. 
First, she has to straighten her neck…
for it was bent out of shape 
from hanging her head in shame for so long. 
No more!
She stretches her arms
 as far as they can go 
to touch each side
 of the box
 she is in…and...
like blinded
 Sampson
in the temple 
chained to
great columns,
She
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