Girl

by Hope Weidemann

when you were born they dressed you in
all things pretty, all things pink, all things girl.
The crowds asked for hugs all your growing up
no was not an option for you.

Girl
your mouth is a waterfall  of apologies for bruises
you had no part in making.
The crowds do not see the tenderness within you
but you are always kind despite your fringe.

Girl
your heart is a well-used map.
The crowds come to you for direction
but you spend your nights folded into yourself.

Girl
your smile is your secret
anything to keep the bad men away.
The crowds do not call you beautiful
but you know attractiveness is a caution sign.

Girl
your eyes are on the exit sign.
your fist with keys between your knuckles and mace in your hand.
The crowd said nobody would hurt you
and they won’t listen to your story.

Girl
you are gold, you are the future, you are every sister’s hero, yes you, girl.
The crowds will only see the purpose in your ferocity once
you’re gone.