Poetry / Exorcising the Little Girl Lost (Analysis)

Little girl lost
with pretty brown eyes and
baby doll lips
put down your cross of self-hatred
and blame.

Only lonely
because of your own makings,
yearning to dress up in your mother’s heels
to learn what WOMAN means.

I plead to feel the roots of my own
self-acceptance
so you can finally let it all go.
The pain of never knowing daddy and
the tears to finally understand hurt.

I’m crying out,
little girl, with soft twists in her hair.
Please stop hiding inside of me,
drowning me into your playful
world of lies,
and dissecting all the hurtful
things you have done and said unto others
while breathing futile prayers of friendliness.

I want to be free now
little girl,
move along and stop reminding me that
with no father and enough mothers
that I failed
to learn how to encase my skin in metal armor
so no man could ever leave me
emotionally lonely.

I need you to cry now
so you can learn how to
unlearn all of those supposed wrongs
buried deep inside.
I cradle you and feed you
from the breast-milk of sorrow.
Nourishing misdeeds,
I need you to grow small inside
of me, yet you refuse to become ash.

Don’t mess with me little brown girl
I will melt this skin
you dwell in
just so I could move around again.

I’m your mother of destruction
gifting you pain for always hanging around in
sticky situations.
So please fear me, little girl,
I am your keeper and only I know
how this game will end.
Me the victor eating the spoils of your weak soul.

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