I met this girl today,
So weak if I may.
Immediately upon meeting her, I could see the distrust in her eyes,
I could see, more than likely, she’d been fed a pack of lies.
I could see, after awhile,
The obvious discomfort in the insincerity of her smile.
I could see, even with nothing said,
She went to bed every night with a heavy head.
I wanted to tell her there was nothing wrong,
With being strong.
I wanted to tell her that even though she was sad,
Not everyone was bad.
I wanted to tell her that even though she’s been lied to,
That didn’t mean that’s what she could expect from me or you.
I wanted to tell her that she would grace a runway aisle,
With her beautiful smile.
I wanted to tell her she should never go to bed,
With a heavy heart, or head.
This and so much more,
I wanted to tell her.

Christina Bledsoe

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