Mary Jesusa Villegas

The Little Girl - Poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas

I was a little girl
back then
when you taught
me this language
I am not interested
but you said I needed
to learn this knowledge
to erase the innocent.
now I'm not that ignorant
I sought enough courage
It was my 17th birthday
turned to be an
orange-flavored gin shot
a gift for myself
and this language
far from the wisdom I've known
This is
'The language of love'
uttered the fool
and the irrespectful
I caught myself talking about
the language of the fool
and I'm already
I was a little girl
and innocent.
with messy hair
and little words
and little wisdom
and little courage
I was a little girl
back then

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 10, 2011

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