• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 06
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Girl In Waiting

I’m fragile, so they say.
A young girl of 17, trying to find her place in this gentrified world.
Though I smile, I secretly shield my true self from the world that hates me.
You see... the girl you first notice is not me, I’m not the one in peach.

That’s just the image society sees and I’m permitted to show.

The real me?
I'm hidden in a dark corner as my culture and my inner self is stripped away.
A prisoner in my own body.
But don’t pity me, my anger and resistance slowly builds.
In time, I will crawl out of the hole I've been placed.
And emerge strong and powerful, no longer the girl in waiting, but a woman who took control.