Warrior
Look at you,
You skinned knee, popsicle stained, carefree little girl.
Watching your Saturday cartoons without a worry in sight.
Saying “Goodmorning!” to the sun and “Goodnight!” to the moon and bidding them both a wonderful life.
You wish on stars and write down your dreams and you always remember to blow out all of your candles.
Gap-tooth grinning at everybody-
Why are you so happy?
Don’t you know someday you’re going to fall in love?
Don’t you know someday he’s going to leave you?
Little girl, it isn’t like the movies.
There isn’t a knight in shining armor who’s going to catch you when you fall.
Everybody is a dragon waiting for the right moment to push you.
Take your skinned knees and wear them as your brand: nothing can stop you.
Those Saturday cartoons will turn into the Saturday night news informing you which woman got raped today.
Turn those gap teeth into fangs and tell the sun and the moon to fuck off.
I wish I could have watched fairytales longer when I was young.
But, we all have to turn into our own saviors far too quick.