Little Girl when the world tells you,
That your fire has Extinguished,
Remind them about the wild embers
still glowing in you.
Little girl when they think
You are made up of blood and spilled ink
Remind them, it’s the ichor that runs in your veins.
Little girl , you call upon the Goddesses,
And they whisper to you,
We have incarnated you.
Little girl, the world tells you that you are broken,
Tell them so are shooting stars and supernova.
And we still make wishes upon them.
Little girl, when the world tells you,
You are too fragile.
Soft is what you always wanted to be.
Little girl you are everything you always wanted to be.