Dear Little Girl
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Karen De Raya, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2014
To the girl alone in the park,
You and I both see the way you shrink,
the way you fold into yourself
at the sound of a man’s voice.
Yet your precious little eyes cannot see
that I see you, dear little girl.
Because bruises should not feel the same as the imprint of his lips.
Because the words that fall out of your mouth should be words you feel entitled to say.
Because love and aggression are different.
But no one taught you the difference.
Dear little girl, you are not alone.
You are in control.
You do not belong to anyone,
You dear little girl.