A little girl with a voice to be heard.
Another little girl with eyes of envy and pride.
“Don’t speak” she says
“Silence your words” she says
A physical touch.
A pull. A grab. An unkindness.
She touched me.
A harsh pull on my tongue and held it with such force.
Please let go.
She twisted it more with a smirk.
A pleasure felt through pain.
I am hurt. I am shocked. I am sad.
How? Why? I questioned me.
You are awful … yet in her eyes I witnessed gladness and her happiness.
This little girl cries inside yet smiles back at her to say this must be okay.
“I am making her happy arent I?”
I create my help and I looked away from her eyes. I see a vision of beauty over there.
She sits simply over on the green grass, her hair of gold and flows in all glory.
A gentle and kind spirit yet strong and powerful, a reflection of who I am, yet still to be developed and understood.
She is my reflection.
She is me.
She is who I am, who I have now finally have become.
A brave and courageous spirit.
My voice will be heard and no longer taken from me. I will not allow my tongue of truth to be ripped out of my mouth.
Speak my darling, speak.