Black Little Girl, Do'nt Cry! She felt the tears rush to join the others as her body rid itself of the inflicted pain of his words, shaking in convulsions, she felt as a child. Where was the arms of long ago that would now come and comfort her, how could she stop the tears that threatened to choke her, sobs of despair was claiming her and she felt like curling up in its furious fold. Escape was lost in the shudder of her soul as she crawled against the floor, hope was gone and so was she. She was a child again. Tears of childish screams echoed throughout the soul, to rest and feed on the grown body of the woman of old. Why the cut, felt like a knife, why could he be so cold. Colder than ice, the blade of his words sending razor sharp slits across her heart. Heart full of love sliced and killed will always send the body into a trauma of life unknown, be strong my heart, and i will heal you myself, and i will hardened you against the killer of the knife wounds dipped in words, hold the child against your heart, she is there to console you, what you say heart, but i am a woman of old, heart says you are the woman the child wanted to be, hold her against your breast, feel the soft thud of her heart, silence will stop the ***** of the knife and she will dry your tears. And the woman will say, Black little girl dont cry. Come here.