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She had always been puzzled

by the idea that little girls

were made of sugar

and spice

and everything nice

 

In her experience

that’s not what

little girls

were made of at all

 

The mean girls smelled

like cruelty mixed with uncertainty

Disdain peppered with insecurity

Ravenous hunger and envy

 

Some girls smelled like

saccharine sweetness

and copper wire

wound too tight

Always trying to please

to be liked

to be popular

 

Others just wanted

to fly under the radar

to escape the notice

of mean girls who torment

of chameleon girls who offered

friendship only to shun them

the moment the mean girls

or a boy

beckoned

 

She was a different

kind of girl

The quiet, watchful kind

She had constellations

in her eyes

Oceans in her soul

Ageless wisdom in her heart

Steel in her spine

Fire in her blood

and patience

Her time would come

 

There weren’t many

girls like her

but when they brushed

past each other

in school hallways

or crowded streets

the recognition

was like lightening

Eyes would meet boldly

and they would smile

the secret smiles

of their kind

 

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