Pieces of the Girl

Pieces of the Girl
© 2012 Irene & Reed

Struggle, Strength, Reclamation
Lyrics by Leslie Benson, 2010

You can’t quantify
the love I have,
the love I give.
You can’t label me
within the lines,
I’ll draw outside them.

I won’t fit in any box
you carry.
Don’t pour me in a coffee cup;
I spill easy.

I won’t fit in any box
you carry.
Don’t pour me in a coffee cup;
I spill easy.

If I find me,
I’ll let you know.
If I find me,
let me go.

If I start to bend,
then let me break,
let me break.
Pieces of the girl
I left behind,
I’ll always find.

I won’t fit in any box
you carry.
Don’t pour me in a coffee cup;
I spill easy.

I won’t fit in any box
you carry.
Don’t pour me in a coffee cup;
I spill easy.

If I find me,
I’ll let you know.
If I find me,
let me go.

Don’t want you
to find me,
only I
know myself.

Don’t want you
to find me,
only I
know myself.

Won’t let you
define me,
only I
can save myself.

Won’t let you
define me,
only I
can save myself.

I’ll save myself.
Save myself.
Save myself.
Save myself.

I won’t fit in any box
you carry.
Don’t pour me in a coffee cup;
I spill easy.

I won’t fit in any box
you carry.
Don’t pour me in a coffee cup;
I spill easy.

If I find me,
I’ll let you know.
If I find me,
let me go!

About the Song

Alice in Wonderland may have taken a magic pill and shrunk down to smaller than the size of a teacup, but unlike the bewildered blonde beauty and her dormouse companion, a real girl won’t fit in such a compact space. You can’t force her to fit a round hole if she’s a square peg. She won’t go willingly with you everywhere like a lost puppy or an extra toothbrush in your suitcase. A real girl has emotions, and sometimes they spill easily. You may think of girls like teacups or coffee mugs made of porcelain; they are fragile, yet beautiful and functional. However, when you grip them too hard, over pour, or get clumsy, they’ll break.

When we shatter, we must pick up the pieces and move on. In “Pieces of the Girl,” singer-songwriter Leslie I. Benson remembers what it’s like to feel broken and to reclaim what’s been lost in order to feel whole again. She is indefinable and fluid. That’s the way of a woman.

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