just a girl - a poem
“i’m just a girl”
or
i’m just a woman
who made it to mid-twenties
when she didn’t think she’d make it
to eighteen
“i’m just a girl”
or
i’m just a client in therapy
who’s still healing from the abuse
she was put through when she was
just a child
“i’m just a girl”
or i’m just an adult
that was never a child
but who is finally learning to
finally find joy
“i’m just a girl”
or
i’m just a person experiencing childlike joy
at the things that was denied to her for
so many years
“i’m just a girl”
because i’m finally leaning into
the magic of girlhood (divine feminine)
and sparkles and dancing and creating and freedom
and freedom from the male gaze
and freedom from my beliefs that all being a woman means is providing joy and nourishment and pleasure and the
general horror of being an object for a man or a parent
“i’m finally free”
‘I’m just an adult who was never a child’ - that hit hard. That’s why we find ourselves in therapy couches. Supposed to be an adult but was never a child