Just A Girl
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
************************PUSHES!***************************
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