An Ode to Lost Girls

Anonymous.

I am sitting in my room
On my phone
I am looking at the face of a woman I do not know

Like the others, she is lost in a permanent, violent way that makes me feel like a child
How can she be there, and then just
Not be there?
The absence twists in my gut
I reach for her, she is smoke in my hands

I have started thinking of them as my band of lost girls
Girls who were so much more than what men crushed them into
I am lost too, I would like to tell them
Maybe we all are.

I think, maybe, I am scared
I am scared in the weary everyday way women joke about
Late nights, empty roads, streetlights
I am also scared in a clawing desperate way that stops my words
For girls who break their backs for boys that give them only crumbs
For the headlines and the photographs and the Facebook posts
And for all of them who are not white enough
and pretty enough
and straight enough
to be on the front page
For all our lost girls

Most of all I am scared that soon I will slip back into comfort
That I will lose my lost girls there
That I won’t think like this again until the next time
I am sitting in my room
Looking at the face of a woman I do not know.


Photo by DANNY G on Unsplash

One thought on “An Ode to Lost Girls

  1. “Girls who were so much more than what men crushed them into” – the perfect line;
    from the beginning of time to now (and beyond) countless lost girls.
    Dear Anonymous – this is beautiful, keep writing, your words will make a difference.

    Like

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