One Girl to Love

What would you think if you came home and 28 boys and men had repeatedly raped your eleven year old daughter, sister, niece, cousin, or even neighbor? Would it make a difference if it were only 17? Would you say to yourself, “I wonder who caused this horrendous crime?" Would you think it was the eleven year-old's fault?

This is a nation who will brake for a stray dog, even a squirrel, and experience guilt killing an insect that could be set free. Why and how can this same society demean the victim of such a crime? A place that found itself in the minds, and on the lips of angry women, men, mothers, daughters, husbands, sisters, and brothers-Cleveland, Texas is divided over one INNOCENT little girl who was VICTIMIZED by men and boys. Divided?  Yes. Where were the parents? That is a good question. Where were the parents of those boys?  What kind of parents raised those men? You still want to judge?  Okay, what kind of parents would raise a person that would ridicule a young victim? Who raised these people who are as barbaric as Neanderthals with torches and stones? Where are your parents?  Where were they when you should have been learning about compassion and love?  You, who dare to judge the character and morals of an eleven year old.  You, who point your fingers at this baby invisibly lurked in the trailer with those boys. You are as guilty, as if you were there cheering them on. Given the chance to uplift, you chose to scorn her. Rape is the mutilation of the spirit...and this spirit is only eleven!!!

A little girl is frightened, confused in foster care, and among more strangers. This is your little girl. This is our little girl. She has been broken, beaten and strewn like trash.  Did you pick her up? No, you stepped on your own. Yes, this child belongs to us. We must nurture her back to health. We must love her, and show her what real love is…. You have already shown her what it is not. Cleveland, Texas how are you divided when there is only one answer. You.  When you saw this pretty baby, did you stop to tell her how special she was? Do it now. Did you buy her a pretty dress, dolls, or bubble bath? Do it now. 

Little brown baby shown so little love, by so many people with very little minds. Look at yourself.  She is your child. When you came home and found your daughter, sister, niece, cousin, or neighbor was raped, you spat on her. Where are your parents?

To our little girl

Dear sweet one, this is a big world-so much larger than what surrounds you now.  There is a whole world waiting to hug you, and kiss the tears away.  There are people waiting to smile at you, lift you up, and twirl you around. Love is happy. Love is the sunshine. Love is soft rain on your face. Love is a happy puppy.  Love is a baby doll dressed just like you. Love makes you feel good about being you. I am glad that you are here. You are still here.  God knew that the earth needed a flower as beautiful as you.

Yes! You are needed, your beautiful smile, and happy giggle. Your toes, fingers, hands, and that beautiful face all loved. No one can make your mama’s face light up like you. No one.  Read the love letters we have sent you…YOU ARE OUR LITTLE GIRL-LOVED, WELL LOVED. Do not forget it, ever.

The Little Girl The World Loved

There was a little girl from Cleveland Texas, who touched the hearts of many.

She had a heart of pure gold, and love?  Well, she had plenty.

Her eyes, were bright and diamond-like

Her smile was the prettiest ever.

She was sweet and kind, and very smart.

To know her was a pleasure.

She pressed her face to the mirror and she was so surprised.

Because there looking back was TheLittleGirlLoved standing right before her eyes.

She doesn’t have to be afraid, because of all the love.

The Friend that is protecting her is looking from above.

He sent His many angels from Facebook all around the world.

Just to give a great big hug to this special little girl.

So smile my sweet and Beautiful child and hold your head up high.

You’re LittleGirlLoved, a special joy; and precious butterfly.

Barbara Kellom

March 18, 2011 3:39 a.m.