girlhood
From the moment
you no longer pick
the underwear with the characters
because one day -someone- might see them now.
To the day
you are sobbing
broken-hearted, being told-
"thats just how boys are."
There will come the very day
You realize
You have lost yourself
trying to appeal to desire
And you will then
experience what it is
to be a woman
in a man's world.
This poem is about:
Me