Lil Girl by Protegee of Purpose

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Little Girl, Little Girl

Please let healing and wisdom in

Though you’re grown now, a beautiful woman

I still see you, little girl, playing hide and seek and peek a boo Still anticipating to be found, or maybe even chosen

Little Girl, Little Girl

Please let healing and wisdom in. From where cometh this trauma within

Could it have stemmed from the root of forced detachment suffered by your ancestors

That has leaked into your treasure chest of emotions

That has now, you feel, turned into the toy chest of others

As no longer treasures, but play things Causing anxiety, fear, and inadequacy as symptoms blocking up in your solar plexus and heart chest

Or is it the departure experiences of your early development that has misplaced missing pieces from the turbulence of your journey Your journey that is preparing you for your destiny, Victory, your settlement. Or is it the pain vibrations from your Mother and her mother, like an archetype template passed from her to you

Oh Girl Child, Like her, there’s a version of you so phenomenal, really magical

Little Girl, Little Girl Please let healing and wisdom in

Reveal yourself, Fear not the gorgeous light of your exposure that illuminates your imageYou’re revelation is an elevator, leading others to elevational healing Girl Child, you’re beautiful flaws and all, please, show and tell

You don’t have to hide, We’re in this together, You are attached to me and I, you Like the other beings throughout your voyage, you innocently attached to

I won’t leave. I can’t leave. You have me by your side. I’m your confidant, your guide

You want to be held, and to be told it’s okay

You want to be assured that you’re accepted, and that no one will run away

Nor will they in shame of your differences, turn away or take their love away

Lil Girl, Lil Girl

five, four, three, two, one, ready or not here I come shouts the opportunities through the vessels that you fancy Your love so superfluous

Your eyes light up, your heart pounds, hoping that this one is a pro that’s good at turning the lost into found

But then you hide behind the curtain of shame, because you feel lame Because you’ve learned that those vessels Wasn’t meant for you to become attached

They’re were merely Tools and testers to nurture you to grow fully into your crown

What looked like abandonment was merely gifts fit for an evolving graduate

Committed is your soul; your own personal philanthropist

Abandonment issues disguised as lessons to strengthen you to Love yourself

Though remnants still rears its head, you’ve heightened your self knowledge and esteem Now Gratitude is what you’ll always take away

Like the Gratefulness of this most recent test not on paper, didn’t need a pencil, but just another living vessel they’re presence popped quizzed you, made you examine you but their aura remained kind to you.As you felt it would through a Certified omen when your Subconscious clicked its heels when it appeared to you in your dream Thrice with the same message of comfort that this vessel wouldn’t leave your feelings to pay a painful price

This transaction was all apart of The Creators syllabus & payment plan of

Only good good lessons, refocus on awareness and Blessings little girl little girl you showed up just as cute as can be

Once again,I saw you, little girl, playing hide and seek and peek a boo Still anticipating to be found, or maybe even chosen

Though in this case, there was no choosing to be chosen

Their commitment, love and devotion, in another beauty, already woven

Little Girl, Little Girl

Please let healing and wisdom in

Though you’re grown now, a beautiful woman

Sprinklets of their platonic care felt good to your energetic field of feminine

Your lower self peer pressuring your higher vibration to indulge in fantasies sandbox

But your heart is too honest and moral

the restored mature you knows you’re worth more than sprinklets you deserve showers Though your emotional soil for a season felt draughted, the sprinklets gave relief, fulfilling its purpose, Lil girl I hear you, though you’re grown now, a beautiful woman You wanna let em’ know, You’re grateful for the experience, You shout out, “Hey, If you can hear me out there, even though I know you’re nearI still dedicate to you, precious one, your flowers Attachment and attraction aside, genuine admiration on a platonic level resides

Your namesake is a gift, perhaps your purpose as well, a gift

Little Girl, Little Girl

Remember your land field possesses an unquenching powerdazzling artistry to inspire and be inspired Wasn’t meant for you to become attached emotional attachment like early childhood education came to teach you to discern strong premature attachment from strong connection

They can both feel so real, how do you know it’s real? And though suppressed and forbidden Were the vibes a figment of my imagination, desperation or did mutual attraction really co-exist? Lil Girl, you wanna know that it aint you that’s always trippin’But on these type tests, inquiries will show as a fill in the blank questions

Lil Girl though a woman now, a beautiful woman now

Since you’ve enclosed yourself in this perfect balloon bubbleThere’s no real options to let in, to test if the feelings are legitimate cuz you left the string a little too loose, his energy squeezed through could just be your immature emotions breaking loose again like a loose degenerate that you’ve placed under locke n key, so to let healing within free

Your screening system is so strict, the doors aren’t open for contestants to even audition you

But little girl little girl

Please let healing and wisdom in

Though you’re grown now, a beautiful woman little girl, it’s time to do away with playing hide and seek and peek a boo Still anticipating to be found, or maybe even chosen

Because the treasure to be found and the choice to be chosen has always lied within you

Your journey that is preparing you for your destiny, Victory, your settlement. Lil Girl, You’re magical!

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Pencilmarks and Scribbles Magazine was founded in 2017 by Clara Jack to be a home for African writers, asking them to come as they are and giving them room for growth. The publication aims to give back to the Nigerian Literary scene for the things it has given us.