“Under the skin,
under the sun,
under the darkness:
Whispers
Music, a symphony sweet.
There is peace.”
“Listen,”
she said,
“To the wind.
It tells the story of your ancestors,
The story of you.”
“And I know your mind is busy
And that under your skin
There is chaos
That in your mind and heart there is an ugliness
But there is beauty
Always beauty.”
“The wind it is fast
And it moves the clouds.
It carries the snow and laughter”
“Once upon a time there was a little girl who was beaten and abused
She was hit over and over and over
She was raped over and over and over
Because of this there is an ugliness in her heart and in her mind that will be there until all time and this ugliness when she passes from this life to the next will return to the universe. The ugliness will be released back into the wind with her last breath. Some one else will breathe in this ugliness, as she breathed it in as her abusers shared the same air with her.”
I am a woman now.
“Listen,” she said “eat and live. Run. It is ok to be angry to be sad. It is ok to feel rage. Free that little girl. Fight for her honor.”
I am a woman now, I think I will fight for that little girls honor.