We walk in the twilight
of our lost dreams
some half masked
some half meaned

where my mysteries
are still free
I hold no candle to them
I don't want them to be seen

In the back of my mind
I know you too well
the burnt moments
of paper sail boats
and strings tied 'round fingers

don't forget
your a daughter today
don't forget
you must be the slave
don't forget
you must never speak
even if you know
its wrong for all it should be
don't forget
there is no you
there is only them
and me

if you feel insignificant
push it down
no tears today
no, you can't go outside and play
dishes to do,
sweep the floor
clean your room
take the blame
for your sister
who broke the broom,
if mother speaks
you better jump
delay will get you
a sore rump or bloodied lip,
better listen
move quick, quick,

Why remember at all, I say
but I know why
I remember to remember
I count,
I matter,
To remember, counts
so that I count everything
and everyone
as if they matter too,
sugar and spice,
are not so nice
when little girls
don't know
what they are made of.

amazing poem lilwick - exactly what I needed to hear at this very moment-thank you