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To herself she softly whispers, “ tall lanky tar-baby bug eyed girl, no hair to pull up into a ponytail, club feet knock knees nothing special about me.” Hand-me-downs, holes, shoes with no sole, never before wore make up or jewelry. Never been kissed, never really been missed, like a phantom, always there but never seen.
To gaze in the sky in the dept of the night and pray that it would all go away, that things would change, time after time became a part of her every day. As a child she could never play, other kids turned her away, as if she was stricken with a plague or leopardsay. As tears rolled down like streams of white-water she grew older and began to catch them with pride and her spirit changed on the inside as she realized the true ugly was only in her mind.
Now that she’s a grown woman she thanks God for the days she was pushed away, and the times she didn’t fit in, as she gazed in the dept of the night and prayed for a change, for her life to be rearranged, not knowing that what felt like the end of her world was the beginning of being a part of His. Tall lanky tar-baby bug eyed girl, no hair to pull up into a ponytail, club feet knock knees, your beauty was always there. God allowed you to move beyond, it took you to earn your wings to truly see.
Copyright 2011. M Woodson-Ursery