little one

she was the little one always running in the dirt, sculpting her future in what nature gives her. she runs wild while her curls bounce. she yells and sings freely while looking up at the bright blue sky. she hops and skips while on the rise like the sun because she is simply sunshine. her smile was original. her laugh was inevitable. she was beautiful. but once she got around society who set the trend that everyone somehow follows, she became ugly. she looked in the mirror wondering "what's wrong with me? my mama saids i'm beautiful. is it because she's my mama?" she doesn't know. so she begs her mama for money so she can get new clothes and look like the next hoe who society praises. instead of loving herself, the little one loves the trend. she start to hanging with "cool" gang, altering her mind by getting high, frying any brain cells she had to left to think for herself. but instead, she thinks about what the next clown wants her to say. the little one was raised on being diversed but it seems this cloned society clouded her judgment and her beliefs. her curls no longer bounce, she traded her ethnic roots for european hair. face caked in makeup. her mama is looking at her like "is this my daughter?" not sure where the little one went but her mama is hoping she'll soon re-appear again. then that one day scolded for the newly molded being she formed herself in causing her to crack under pressure and return to being that little one again. she bounced back to her curls. she bounced back to her self. she no longer needed to be accepted, nor have friends who didn't love her for her. there it was, the little one was reborn again. the little one became the goddess she was once was. for her seeing clearly, she looked up above and whispered.."thank you."