A young girl sat across from me, a tear still in her eye
Questioning her value, yet determined not to cry
Embarrassed by her struggle to get her words out right
Soon I understood that she was weary from a fight
This girl that I had only known as strong, helpful, and smart
Was living in her story, but playing the wrong part
A master of two cultures, while still such a young girl
She only saw her struggles and didn’t see her pearl
An older woman shared with me her struggle to be thin
Reminded of that time someone made her feel big again
Their words had made it clear that as she is she’s not enough
I began to understand what made her skin so tough
This woman I had only known as strong, lovely, and smart
Was living in her story, but playing the wrong part
A master of encouragement, and strength for other girls
While focusing on others, she was missing her own pearl
A young mom stood beside me, her daughter’s hand in hers
The man she thought would be there, his presence now a blur
Her back was bent and tired from the weight of their world
But her load always felt lighter when her daughter danced and twirled
This woman I had only known as strong, yet soft, and smart
Was living in her story, but playing the wrong part
A master of being a mom, I watched her little girl
Look up at her as if to say, “I’ll always see your pearl.”
I saw a woman in the mirror wanting to be free
For too long she had been locked up by insecurity
So focused on what others thought, she didn’t look above
A cycle only broken by her Maker’s grace and love
This woman God has always known, and seen inside her heart
Was living in her story, but playing the wrong part
A master of forgetting she was first His little girl
She looked up and when she found Him, she finally saw her pearl.
