The Girl With A Number

I'm looking through the looking glass,

my moist eyes linger on 7 little girls,

barely the age of 10,

and yet so used so broken so bruised,

but they don't cry they just stare idly at the television,

all besides one,

the little girl with the number that read 1 4 6,

this little girl she stared at me with the intensity of a fire,

and with tears rolling down my face freely,

she begins to baffle me,

I look at the faces of the other six girls,

scared, questioning, bored, defeated..

but this girl she shows none of these,

her face fierce, staring back at us with piercing eyes,

the eyes of this little girl are strong,

she wants answers, 

she is not defeated,

the world has dealt her a bad hand of cards,

but she has not given up the game,

she is ready to take the world on,

with new found strength,

with a worldly knowledge only few know,

this little girl will no longer be hurt by this cruel world,

the girl with the number 146 has won a game that kills so many.