GROWTH

April 21, 2022

This must be GROWTH

It's neither about an increase in size,

nor the comeliness of my thighs,

a lesson on puberty,

or how time flies.

It's an enlarging on the inside,

though unseen by mere eyes,

but cannot be denied,

I speak of a strength supplied.

See, the old me,

would speak at the slightest provocation

of all that depicts a piece of my mind,

without consideration for your person,

recognition of your place and

with indignation for your class.

'Okay, I understand'

Instead of a description of your kind.

Those simple words still expressing the depths of my heart.

Yes, that heart checking-

is this true?

is this kind? is this pure?

is this right? is this honourable?

is this of a good report?

Days not so far away,
you needn't a mate,

to tell your fate.

My face was a display,

from disgust to disdain, and back

a record hack.

These lips are now sealed,

tongue cleaned.

This face is now on Him,

set as a flint.

And when she walks on the corridor

of all that's old,

those muttering lips are

cries for help to stay controlled.

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