We get lost in what we can’t undo. She came in day after day but you can’t mend a broken body. Sure, there was joy you see the ones that you love and you can’t turn away. But you can’t mend a broken body. I am only telling, I didn’t see. She was nine years old, now she is a woman and so I see her resilience, a most beautiful strength that I once thought of having but we can’t all be as strong. She didn’t take her first job, it was too little. There was a bigger voice to be heard, to be loved, to be sang and she embodies that. Her face is not to be touched, her skin is not to be labelled. Don’t get that get lost in this, let it be heard.