A Song for the Little Girl Inside Me
I long for happiness,
I long for peace,
I long for Africa,
the heartbeat I’ve lost within.
A place where my soul once danced
beneath open skies,
where the earth whispered secrets
to the little girl inside.
I sing for joy,
though my voice quivers,
for comfort that drifts
like a fleeting breeze—
elusive, but close enough to taste.
I sing for the child,
the one who weeps in silence,
her cries swallowed by the weight
of the world I now hold.
Happy are the tears
that slip from my tired eyes,
for they carry with them
the hope of something more.
Yet solemn are the rivers
that trace my caramel macchiato cheeks,
soft and warm,
like the dreams I refuse to let go.
The little girl is lonely,
so small and fragile inside of me,
while the woman I’ve become
holds the pieces together,
calming the storm,
forcing stillness
in a world that knows only chaos.
I dream of open doors
and endless roads,
of something greater
than this stagnant space.
I long for freedom,
for my daughters and for me,
for a place where love is more
than just survival.
I write for healing,
for the restoration of what was lost,
for the little girl who still sings,
even through her tears.
I write to remember
that the struggle has shaped me,
but the struggle is not all there is.
Written by Lẹwa Ubunifu
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