dry siren
My first poem I ever wrote, which I wrote when I was fourteen, and also my introduction to the server. I was reminded of this feeling today.
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becoming a woman is like an exchange, swapping your girlhood for womanhood. exchange a new doll for a new eyeshadow palette, and switch frilly dresses and botanical hairpieces for crop tops and ripped skinny jeans. exchange simple smiles for menacing grins, or replace the soul for a much more attractive thing. the body.
lustfulness seeps around me as does the sand seeping out of the cracks in the hourglass that had whispered to me and echoed that i was no longer a child in a soft dress that played with dolls. i was a object of society who was now dressed in luscious curves and played with the minds of men who i had no desire to attract.
time exchanged my childhood for what is now called womanhood. just a little too early. so rushed, that i did not have the chance
to say goodbye.
misty crow