**Kira Kira Star
Cuckoos trill,
Stars shimmer—
Kira kira kira, star.
I am no longer a child,
Exhausted by the refrain:
"You're just a kid."
Those words mock my truth,
Dismissing the adulthood I’ve earned.
A decade ago,
Twelve summers gone,
Twelve winters faded,
I was a child.
But now, ten years have passed—
Ten summers melted,
Ten winters counted.
Chilly, yet steadfast,
I have emerged as a woman.
In 2017, I grasped the truth—
Puberty’s arrival,
The clarity it carried.
So why do you still cling to the lie?
Why persist in calling me a child?
I am no child—
I am a woman.
I have embraced these changes:
The tidal waves of hormones,
The evolution of body and mind,
The metamorphosis of self.
I am no longer the girl you knew.
I carry depth now,
Feelings as valid as any adult’s.
My heart aches,
My dignity stumbles,
Yet I rise with self-respect.
I am a woman.
I am flesh and soul,
Curves and thoughts,
My own being.
I have every right—
To hug, to love, to kiss,
To claim the life I choose.
You, with your jealousy,
Your hollow words,
Cannot stop me.
You couldn’t stop us kissing,
Could you?
No matter how you try,
The truth will remain.
Your idol belongs to me.
He is not your fantasy.
He is flesh,
He is real,
And he is mine.
So step aside.**