The light shone through the delicate chiffon strips that were around her little hips. Such small hips they were. Such small hips they are. They were. They are. They were hips that swayed, a heart that dreamed, a mind swept away in the imaginary. A world where girls are princesses. A world where girls were princesses.
Today I saw something die. I saw a dream die. I saw tears roll down her cheeks. I felt stuck. So aware of what's happening within me, within her and without. I was "within and without". Emotions strong within. Without words. Without courage. I was strong but weak and so here I am writing to you about it.
I was within and without. I am within and without. Her hips were swaying. Today I saw something die. A dream. A fantasy. The small hipped girl with the ballerina looking tutu sat in tears as her grade R teacher shouted at her. Smacked her for putting on her tutu during school time. Reprimanded her. Reprimanded herself for the fantasy corner that SHOULD be in a grade R class. Where is the fantasy corner? Where are those dreams? Tears rolled in her eyes today and in mine.
I am strong within and without fear.
Tomorrow we shall have princesses and princes in our classroom!
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