Filthy, ragged, broken, and torn
The world has ravaged and stolen the little girl
And in her place is only a body without a soul
Heart of stone and anger brewing
Fighting the world to protect what has already been pillaged
Fueled by painful passionate fire of hate
Hate for the women who degraded her beauty
Hate for the mentors that belittled her being
Hate for the men that ***** and stolen her purity
There is one who didn't see her as damaged and ruined
He took her in and embraced her completely
All the venomous words, attacks, and blaming
He took them all so she could remember and know that she is lovely
Softening her hardened heart
Restoring the light in her darkened life
Continually speaking words of life and affirming
Slowly ridding her of the hurts and lies of insecurity
He took the ashes of her past and replaced it with her rightful crown of beauty.