(Dedicated to the memories of Jon Benet Ramsey, Sherrice Iverson and Ryan Harris)
First Published In Street Wise (2000)
Sometimes I reach down to hold your tiny hand
And I come up feeling powerless and helpless and
Unable to understand, why I will never see you
Playing in a schoolyard, backyard or
Playground because someone decided to take
What the world had found:
Three beautiful little girls,
With ponytails and bright faces
Whose pictures and stories have
Turned up in so many places
To tell stories of torture and abuse
To show the world that you refuse
To die down and disappear Because if you do I fear
That no little girl will be able to play alone
Without the benefit of a bodyguard or chaperone Increasingly,
day after day, I wake up In the morning and I hear in the news that
Another little life has been taken by a crazed maniac
I then immediately think of my precious 7-year-old and quickly react:
I say dear God, sometimes I reach down to hold her tiny Hand,
and I still come up feeling
Powerless and helpless and unable to Understand
why I must never let go Of her hand...
But God, I still thank Heaven for little girls.
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