Thank Heaven for Little Girls

who love to read and can hang, upside down, on the monkey bars as their eyes travel the width of the book;

who plays chase in the rain or rolls around in the dirt, making mudcakes;

who dresses up dolls in different seasons but also drives toy cars under mock-freeways;

who sits uncomfortably at the corner, her foot tapping away the last few minutes ’til recess;

who stands eye to shoulder against the big bully who grabs her lunch from her;

who sings though out of tune, dances though out of beat, draws though out of borders, but still manages to shine;

who makes the little boy sitting beside her blush when she holds his hand;

who daydreams about being a queen, then a veterinarian, then a soldier;

who ties her hair up as it takes her more than an hour to brush all the loose ends off;

who eats cheese sandwiches because she doesn’t care if she’s fat or not;

who shows off the cuts and bruises she got from skateboarding at show and tell;

who never fogets to bring home a flower during mother’s day or a card during father’s day;

who sticks out awkwardly in her little dress but stays straight althroughout service;

who look at the mirror everyday and smile that toothless grin.

But sadly little girls grow up.

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This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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