Little girl...

So I am sitting in a coffee shop, and  writing in my journal. In fact I was writing prayers. The guy sitting across from me asked if I was writing poetry. To which I responded, "No, but I do write some poetry, but this is just some thoughts."

After saying this a phrase popped into my head, "Little girl." My mind was flooded with pictures of little girls in the sex trade. What would I say to them once they were rescued? How could I even say anything? From that thought process I wrote down this. I have not editted this or anything. These are simply words that flowed from my head.

Little girl

Go ahead and cry

Cry out to your Father

Cry out against the men who are hurting you

Cry out to the people who have not rescued you yet

Little girl

It is ok to cry

You are not weak

You are stronger than I will ever be

You have a Father who is stronger than you

Little girl

Let the tears flow

I have a shoulder for you to cry on

I will hold you tight

He will protect you from the bad guys

Little girl

You do not deserve this

You have done nothing wrong

You are no longer a slave

Little girl

This is what freedom is like

Freedom means you can speak your mind

You can ask questions

You can yell

You can laugh

You can cry tears of joy

Or tears burning with a righteous anger

Little girl

It’s ok to cry

You are loved more than you can ever imagine

By the God of the universe

He will wipe away your every tear