Where's the little girl who plays and cries,
Who climbs up trees, runs, and hides?
Who's never known pain and hurt
Except what comes when she tears her skirt,
Or scrapes her knee, and breaks a leg
From childhood games and jumping in bed.
Where is she? Where does she hide?
I see her nowhere, I wonder where she lies.
Her smile is there, her eyes so bright
But sadness dwells beneath in spite.
She brushes herself off and walks in strength
Never betraying the hurt and pain sent
By one who was a little boy himself
And therefore did not understand himself,
The pain, the agony, his actions would bring,
Snow covering the ground in the time of spring.
Yet the grown woman cries,
The grown woman weeps
For the time that was lost
And the pain found so deep,
In the heart of the woman
Who cries for the child
Who will never really know what she lost and why.
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Diary of a Young Black Girl Sample
PuisiDiary of a Young Black Girl is a book of poetry that tells the stories and speaks to the experiences of young black women. The hope is that it will inspire others to share their stories and learn to express themselves through their creative outlets...
