Abused as a child, and mocked for being poor, I grew to be strong and Resilient.

Where is the little girl that never played with dolls?
The little girl that watched other children play so free.
Where is the little girl that had no friends?
That little girl is inside of me.
Where is the little girl hiding in the hall?
Because she was too small to reach for the ball.
Where is the little girl that felt so alone?
The one that was forbidden to talk on the phone.
Where is the little girl that dressed like a boy?
The little girl that was her father's toy.
Where is the little girl abused and poor?
That little girl is no more.