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little girl,

I saw you staring at the mirror

with a look of scorn.

I saw you studying the other girls

with envy.

I saw the world pulling at you,

pounding into your head

what you are not,

what you should become.

I saw the tearful nights

and I tried to tell you

you were beautiful,

perfect, just the way you are.

but you drowned My voice

with theirs.