Puberty
I’m becoming a women, yes indeed
The voice inside of me is ready to be freed.
She’s talked to me over tea.
June 16th ,that is my day
But I don’t want this voice inside to go away
Now that that voice is finally freed,
I am a young women, yes indeed.
She is no longer roaming with me,
Opening door after door anymore.
She has gone to the next girl and is giving her a heads up,
So that she’ll also be ready when its her time to grow up.
12-07-2010
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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