The Power Of an Orphan Girl
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"The Power Of an Orphan Girl"
My parents
told me that we were going to help
a family friend who worked with orphans.
I didn’t fully understand, now of course at 14
I was the most globally conscious mind in the room.
I was constantly updated with the latest issues
from the newest politically charged punk album
and each vocalist was a news anchor.
I had confidence, I stepped on that plane
and before the heat even slammed into
my face like a slap from a disapproving mother
I declared “I know the injustice
that takes place here”,
As I walked
Around the barbed wire fenced orphanage
I saw a girl who had eyes like meat hooks
that latched on to your heart and pulled you toward her.
We spoke “Hola”
“Come Estas”
“Como te llamas?”
“Wendy”
The delivery of her name
like a file that contained her biography.
A family that left her for dead
a girl so beautiful.
Yet at the age of 4
when they found her, her hair was gray.
I looked in her eyes scanning for tears,
None, I searched deeper
past her iris expecting to see
a dam of bitterness and pain.
No, just a heart that had been mended
sewn together like that favorite sweater
you love too much to throw away
just because of a few holes.
I get lost in the description
of that moment and the countless
encounters I’ve had each year
I have returned since I met Wendy.
When I speak to people beyond
the casual boundaries of hello and goodbye.
It is as if each word is just a step closer
to telling of this experience. An encounter
with a love that mends hearts.
A love that takes a frail gray haired toddler
and reveals her to be the definition of
reckless love and beauty from the top
of her head to the bottom of her heart.
I cannot contain silence or sensor
this. I meet new people
I don’t try to tell them It just happens.
The casual conversation casually
without fail, somehow, redirects itself
to this story of a power that mends hearts
and of little girl who has eyes
like meat hooks.