All Girls Are Angels

All girls are Angels

even if they forget sometimes.

Even if they fall and bruise their knees,

and wake with puffy, sleepless eyes.

The world will try with all its might

to make an Angel believe

she isn’t deserving of her light.

The boys won’t choose her,

the ones she trusts may turn away,

but the ember in the center of her heart remains aflame.

It’s a cruel world to be born into,

to arrive in and not be valued

for what’s within.

To feel when she is speaking

that no one is really

listening in.

An Angel becoming

is not a girl lost to the world.

Every door closed

is an answer within revealed.

What she may find

is that being an Angel is both

soft and sweet,

but Angels also know

how to carry a sword

and speak the truth,

without apologies.

To be a girl in this world

is to learn how to fight —

how to do it anyway,

even with their lies echoing

in your mind.

To become what you are

is to remember what you were

before you began —

to remember the place above you left

and the reason you chose this world

again.

To know

you are both

indestructible and divine,

and to carry with you

the memory

of all you were,

and all you’ll become in

perfect time.