Flipping through an old photo album
I there found a picture from five years past
It was a picture of my best friend and sweetheart
And of me standing right beside him
It was a picture of simpler times
When I did not truly know
About the severe evils that lurk in the world
A baby-faced twenty two year-old girl
Big brown eyes and a sweet pink smile
I sat there as I reminisced
On what was then a comfortable default
And pre-battle innocence
A time in which I did not question
The validity of myself
Or my right to have emotions
A snapshot of a girl
Who knew the world could be so cruel
But had not yet ventured
To experience it herself
That girl did not yet seem to harbor
Resentments for terrible things done to her
Although, as I looked closer
There did seem to be something behind her stare
A quiet pain hidden by a clever-cute smirk
And a desperate need to project normality
Suddenly I realized
That I remembered that girl
The girl who filled her time
With attempts at something greater
Something that would give her life meaning
And that would truly make her
A better person
Than she earnestly thought she was.
That girl I did feel sorry for
As I saw her presumably happy face
Because of what I know now
And what she had yet to discover.
-Marisol Tena (5/31/09)
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