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Musician and Activist devoted to Justice, Creativity, and Courage

Little Girls

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We are born fearless, and named after our grandmothers

Then we are hushed, beaten and ashamed

We then built walls, taller than we will ever be

Beyond the clouds, those walls protect you and me

Then we grow up and learn to see

those walls which fortified us, keep us from being free

They’ve become a cage, we must find a way to escape

To get to the light Beyond our enclosed landscape

We inherit the strength and strife of our ancestors

Generations of oppressed children in cages

Self-built and outsourced

Yet, We blame ourselves for so much more

What if I told you it’s all OK?

What if you had permission to thrive?

What if in an instant, you tore down your walls?

What if you believe you could fly?

I’ve been beaten, assaulted, invaded, and invalidated and thrown

Boundaries a foreign concept, and now I’ve learned

That I have a right to one or two of my own

It is my time and time for you

The ripeness of this moment will free you

Like it has freed me, all you have to do is surrender to the sacred savior inside of you

That little girl who saved you

Who gave you the tools to save yourself

She is your higher power

She is your salvation

Treat her with respect and compassion

Cradle her when things become tough

She carried you, now you must carry her

She didn’t deserve her oppression

she didn’t ask for a beating

She called out for help and her mother never answered

She now has you, her protector

I knew a dual world

Two extremes of life

A cradling and an abandonment

A vision of everlasting love and a nightmare of neglect

A plethora of mentors and guides, a whole population of me – shaped limitations

A society meant to hold me down and also the privilege and the choice to rise above

I am finding my way back to the Looking Glass

A child of Neptune sternly placed among the ills of life

Too forcefully unsupported and left with your homemade guilt

There is true wisdom in my fantasies

Yet they were too early extinguished, and I am finding my way back now

You can also find yours.

The path to the box of liquid filled rainbows,

The visions lie beyond what we can see

The inspiration my little girl has left for me to be

She still has her key, it was hidden and is now bright

Shining by the light through the keyhole of the drawer she buried it out of sight.

Author: Anita Lorraine

Woman, musician, grassroots organizer, Spanish learner, poet. I sing and work for the struggle for justice & I talk politics and religion at the dinner table.

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