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Before entering this world
Mother God gave the little girl among other gifts
A glorious fireball
And so She said:
“I give you, my child, this powerful weapon
To use it prudently
To protect your own self-worth
those times it’s threatened
To guard your serenity and peace of mind
To set healthy boundaries
And to even help you – undistracted –
Build strong walls
which will save the valuable land of your own Self
from toxic invaders
Please take it
Make use of it wisely
And never shall one rob you from your confidence
Or take advantage of your worth for their own sake”
The girl took happily the precious gift
And entered the world
And those times came
- Times that she felt her self-worth threatened
Or even violently invaded –
And at the beginning
Indeed
She used to take off her sparkling fireball
Trying to protect her valuable land of Self
…
But children, especially little girls
Are not favored if they carry such weapons
And use them, even for self-defense
Little girls have to be sweet and adorable
Little girls have to have loads of patience and humility
Little girls have to be soft and kind and understanding
Little girls must show discipline and utmost respect
To others
Greater and wiser and more significant than silly little girls
Little girls must get rid soon of those powerful flames
Otherwise – as they’re strictly warned –
They’ll burn around them
All the sources of other people’s Love
…
So
The little girl got rid of her gift of God
Got rid of the precious fireball
So early she can hardly now recall
She threw it far-far away
In the depths of her soul
She became sweet and kind and soft
And everything one ideal little girl should be
And even forgot that once upon a time
She had a vital weapon
A sparkling fireball
To fight for her own Rights
To protect her own World
…
The little girl has grown up now
And she’s always sweet and humble and respectful
But she’s also gravely sad
And anxious and stressed and unfulfilled
And diffident
And scared
And not enough
No matter what
Because
No matter what she be
No matter what she give
Will never have real worth
Coming from a destroyed land
From a marauded world
So it’s time
For the little – yes, still little, girl –
To find again her fireball
Hold it with caution
Use it with wisdom and prudence
And protect her peace of mind
So as to build anew
And in a glorious way
Her semi-alienated land of Self
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