​I SPEAK FOR THE GIRL

I speak for the girl
Who cannot speak for herself
The girl who is afraid to look in the mirror
For all she sees is an ugly face
The girl who goes unnoticed
The girl who struggles not to crave
For she desires a kardashian structure
The girl who spends an hour photo editing
For all she sees in her is imperfection.
 
I speak for that girl
The girl who struggles for 20 Facebook likes,
50 twitter followers just to feel loved
The girl who has to wear layers of makeup
Just to feel beautiful
The girl who has been told she is too short to be on the runway
Too fat to be on TV
And too dark to be on the cover page of a magazine
The girl who does not love herself enough to see the beauty in her
For she lets her hair fall into her face
To cover up the spots
Afraid of rejection, afraid of the world
I speak for that girl.
 
I speak to that Girl
I speak to her soul with a gentle whisper
You are unique. You are special.
You are a Child of God. You have an amazing body
 
I compliment you without wanting to be on top of you
 
I speak to that Girl
I remind you of the Princess that you are;
Irrespective of your skin intonation,
Irrespective of your Body Mass Index,
You are God's Masterpiece;
An Esther of your time,
A Ruth of your generation,
A Rebecca for the man who will come into your life.
 
I speak to that Girl,
And I let you know,
That irrespective of what they have said to you,
Irrespective of what they have done to you,
You are Beautiful
I speak to that Girl.
 
I Speak for that Girl
Because once upon a time,
I was that Girl.