I was a little girl once.
With hands that never held,
Hearts that bled all over my crisp white dress.
I was a little lamb once.
With hooves that have never splashed,
In hell’s muddy puddled shores.
I am a moth now.
Still drawn to the light and the flame,
That I may burn this dark coat off  of me and be a butterfly.

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African Child
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I understand what you mean. Sometimes I wish I could go back!

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