A young girl steps down—

vanity becomes so small

inside of herself.

A woman steps out

of the shallow pool of pride

and lets herself love.

Despite injustice

she has become so much more—

despite the sorrow.

She wants to love more—

to love though she was shown none—

because of the fact.

She will not let pride—

she will not let vanity

become her captor.

A young girl must fade—

must step down, must step out of

a vain, shallow pool

must be a woman

who loves even a stranger—

a woman named Love.