I met a 7 year old girl yesterday who crushed fire ant hills fearlessly,
no concern for her bare-feet as she stomped
and screeched “Look at how they run!” and told me
that what was a hill of sand to us was a mountain to them
and if she could destroy it, what was stopping her
from causing our own mountains to crumble,
her dreams are probably filled
with bringing nations to their knees,
kingdoms and kings breaking beneath her feet.
I think this little girl is an old god in a new body.
I don’t think she knows it yet,
but in her little clenched fists are a power,
full of possibility that this world has not seen in centuries.
Oh, and little girls like her are told by littler old woman
with pink lipstick on their teeth that one day
they will grow up to be heartbreakers,
but I pray this phrase never hits her ears.
I would hate to see what happens
when someone praises her, reassures her,
that she has the power to be a destroyer.
— reincarnation || O.L.