LITTLE GIRL ME

I LOOK AT ME
AND SEE
MANY AGES,
BUT MOSTLY LITTLE GIRL.
LITTLE GIRL IN SEARCH OF LIFE AND LOVING;
LITTLE GIRL WHO SOMETIMES FEARS
THE DARK;
LITTLE GIRL WHO NEEDS STRONG ARMS AROUND HER;
LITTLE GIRL WHO SEEKS HER TREASURED MARK.

NO ONE YET HAS KEPT A PROMISE MADE HER.
NO ONE YET THINKS LIFE IS ONLY SHE.
 NO ONE YET FULFILLS THOSE  NEEDS
THAT AGE HER.
NO ONE SHOWS THE CARING CONSTANTLY.

AT TIMES I MUST REGRESS,
I GUESS.
BUT ONLY TO IDENTIFY MY NEEDS.

I AM NO BUTTERFLY.
A METAMORPHOSIS WILL NOT OCCUR.
I AM NO DIFFERENT
NOW FROM THEN
OR EVER.

I AM SO MUCH  WOMAN
IN NEED
NOT TO BE ALONE.
THE LITTLE GIRL INSIDE ME
CRIES OUT LOUD.

  SAMANTHA JAN. 7,1996