I see a girl who hates her body
She loves the feeling of her fingers
sliding down her throat
coaxing her last meal out of her stomach
I see a girl who fantasizes about changing the world
because the one thing she wants most,
more than anything,
is to go to school
I see a girl who keeps her dreams small
she fears that the higher she shoots,
the harder she’ll fall
I see a girl who walks to school
because when her dad left, he didn’t leave the Toyota
I see a girl who doesn’t park in the school parking lot
She fears that the other kids will laugh at
her beat up bicycle her brother handed down to her
I see a girl who walks alone,
oblivious to her surroundings
I see a girl who doesn’t walk alone anymore
Not after what happened to her
the last time she took a solitary stroll
Now she walks with her phone to her ear
and a knife in her pocket
I see a girl who drinks to wash away her memory
it is the only way she can forget herself
I see a girl who hates it when she cries
because she was taught that crying makes her weak
and she never wants to feel weak again
I see a girl who will receive her first cat call
before her first kiss
I see a girl who is naïve
but she will learn better soon
I see a girl who wishes she was naïve
because she would do anything to make
the giant dumbbells that weigh on her shoulders
disappear
I see these girls as I walk the halls
I see these girls when I glance in the mirror
I see these girls when I close my eyes
I see these girls when I go to sleep
I never forget these girls
Because if I do,
I fear they will be forgotten forever

 

 

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