February 15, 2020
My friend Matt finished today. At his coin out ceremony, he read me this poem by Antwone Fisher. He changed the pronouns to “she”.
Who will cry for the little girl?
Lost and all alone.
Who will cry for the little girl?
Abandoned without her own?
Who will cry for the little girl? She cried herself to sleep. Who will cry for the little girl? She never had for keeps. Who will cry for the little girl? She walked the burning sand. Who will cry for the little girl? The girl inside the woman. Who will cry for the little girl? Who knows well hurt and pain.
Who will cry for the little girl?
She died again and again.
Who will cry for the little girl?
A good girl she tried to be.
Who will cry for the little girl?
Who cries inside of me.
Matt looked up at me and said, “I will cry for you.”
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