To the little girl
Who lives inside of me covered by the flesh of adulthood
Drowned out by the ruckus of the world around us

The brown beauty
With glimpses of heaven reflecting through her brown eyes
The one who never realized that she in fact did have more time

To the little girl
Whose heart was pure as snow
And nails were short and low

As they were the manifestation of your anxiousness
How it chipped away at your being
And you chipped away the bedding of your nails
Caused by the ripping of your teeth as if you were teething

I sometimes find myself grieving
For your underdeveloped broken bones
Softened soul
Bruised skin
Your long walks home

To that little girl
Did I ever tell you that I loved you?
Did I tell you that the inside of your palm can hold the world?
That factually speaking you are in fact a beautiful little girl.

You are not
Unloved
Unlovable
Nor are you a burden

You are loveable because God so loved the world
That is for certain

I write you this letter to express my love
With the mindset of a past and future hug

I say to you
Your tough skin and strength are not your personality
Your timid nature and softness are not the curse of your reality

Inside of our totality is our morality
Your experience is simply foreshadowing
The greatness that you will experience

You must stay just to see how good it gets
Little girl your world will turn and shift
Yet no matter how many times life attempts and hits

You are love
You are loved
You are the physical representation of the one above.

You are perfectly written
Evenly splitted
Loud and attentive
Quiet and submissive
Multi-dimensional

You spread love through a darkened world that is wicked
I say this to you
I want you to never forget it

I see you,
I hear you
I love you
I am you

I promise that you are never alone
Inside of me I provide a space as your home

To the little girl
Who lives inside of me covered by the flesh of adulthood
The girl whose drowned out by the ruckus of the world around us

The brown beauty
With glimpses of heaven reflecting through her brown eyes
The one who never realized that she in fact did have more time

Hi.
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I dedicated this piece of poetry to the child I was and the child that I am. Internally as beings we hold every experience that we have ever experienced. We are all simply mosaics. A mosaic is a pattern or image made of small regular or irregular pieces of colored stone, glass or ceramic. We are all the physical manifestation of the patterns and images made from the regular and irregular behaviors and beliefs of those around us. We are all products of our environments. Sometimes those environments destroy our self image, our light, our being.

That is what happened to the little girl who lived inside of me. That child felt inadequate and alone. Two things that were never true. So within time I aged and navigated this thing called life. Eventually while doing so I found myself fixing the broken pieces of who I am. I dedicated myself to a journey of self healing. The little girl I am unable to rid myself of deserved it. It was her God given destiny: Growth.

As a 22 year old woman, I wrote this poem to as a letter to the girl who felt she was never enough. As if her existence and presence on earth was a gift. A gift for herself and those she encountered. It’s a piece of acknowledgement to the part of me I can never rid myself of. As a 23 year old woman, I read this poem loudly and with pride. I know that all things that are good will come to me. As I am a child of God and all that is good comes from him.

This poem is a love letter to Jessie L. Bady. This poem is a love letter to Poetically Bel. This poem is a love letter to the mosaic that I am.