Self respect

Yeah…
Look at you, little girl, sitting in the dark,
Learning how to be quiet, learning how to have a heart.
Too young for fear, too young for pain,
But life introduced you real early to the rain.

You should’ve been playing, coloring the sky,
Instead you was learning how not to cry.
How to read a room, how to feel a mood,
How to walk on eggshells just to stay in the groove.

I’m talking to you, yeah, the kid in the mirror,
The one who thought love meant danger was nearer.
Hands that should’ve protected, voices that broke,
Promises shattered, trust turned to smoke.

You learned how to smile when your chest was tight,
How to be “good” so you wouldn’t start a fight.
How to disappear, how to stay small,
How to build a heart with a brick-wall wall.

I see you hiding in your room at night,
Talking to God like, “Please make this right.”
Asking if you mattered, asking if you’re seen,
While angels were standing in between.

Through the window of time, I’m looking back now,
Seeing strength in a child who didn’t know how.
You weren’t weak, you were surviving a war,
In a place that should’ve been safe, but wasn’t anymore.

You grew up fast, yeah, too damn fast,
Carrying trauma from a broken past.
But look at you now, still soft, still kind,
Still loving with a heart that should’ve gone blind.

You didn’t turn bitter, you didn’t turn cold,
Even with stories your bones still hold.
You became the comfort you never received,
You became the love you once begged to be given.

So I’m talking to you, little me, listen close:
You were never weak, you were just exposed
To a world that forgot how to be gentle and fair,
But God never left you, He was always there.

He was there in the tears you swallowed down,
In the quiet prayers you made without sound.
In the nights you wished you could disappear,
He was holding your heart, whispering, “I’m here.”

Look at you now, still standing tall,
Still believing in love after all that fall.
You’re proof that light can come from pain,
That a broken past don’t get the final say. 

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