Tribeca Rabbit

The Girl With Stars In Her Hair

I am the girl with stars in her hair. But before I was a girl, I was a child. A child brimming with possibility and potential. I basked daily in the California sun. I played with my Barbies reverently. I colored two pictures at a time with both my hands. I ran around the house naked before a bath and laughed carelessly into my mom’s blond dreadlocks. The world was mine. Everything was pure and tinted pink. The color of unfiltered and unadulterated innocence. But a dark cloud descended on my rose-colored world. And everything changed.