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i. you are a girl, and laughter is your weapon. your silver tongue ensnares the world, weaving tales more grandiose than the serpent that tempted the mother of all. you wear scorn like a dress woven from feathers and the rich woman's beloved satin, the core of your being wrapped so tight in deception that the cracks in your porcelain heart are hidden from prying eyes. you are a girl, and you are artful.
ii. you are a girl, and yet you feel like atlas. the weight of the world rests on your shoulders, the strong will your mama praised for you the only thing keeping it from toppling. burgeoning desires rampage inside you, too galactic for your meager body to contain. tolerance is the foundation of your soul, and conviction has etched itself into your bones in grooves and scrapes. you are a girl, and you are capable.
iii. you are a girl, but you fancy yourself a woman. compassion is the root of your framework, spilling over like water pushing through fissures in a dam. scars of neglect twist over your delicate form, but poinsettias bloom in the cracks left behind, nurtured by soft hands and a heart that is home to loneliness, because to fix everyone else, you need to be whole first. you are a girl, and you are benevolent.
you are girls, and you may not have the power to change the world, but the breaches you create will someday craft it into something wonderful. it will erupt from unseen tears, cherished memories, and mossy remnants of graves long forgotten. your legacy will rise like a golden phoenix, wings unfurling in a magnificent display of power, leaving in its wake, the glorious tidings of the change that your hearts once beat for with fervor.
