She's 16 At War

You see her She’s 16 The prodigal age The year of first love and heartbreak, obstacles and triumph She reads to escape unpleasant realities She writes to express deepest desires She draws to indulge in self-created universes You see her She’s stuck-up Too good to interact with people of your kind She secludes herself into her own little world She seeks refuge in her peaceful fortress She fears rejection so much so It plagues the essence of her being Infiltrating her mind Taking reign of her body Controlling her soul You see her She’s fine Her voice, softer than silk music to your ears Her smile, so white so pearly, the highlight of your day Her body, so curvy, so voluptuous the object of your desires Her eloquent vocabulary too complex for your ignorant comprehension You see her She’s 16 She’s at war With her hear With her mind With conflicting thoughts and feelings Her mind a deadlier battleground than wars before He said he loved her He said he’d always be there But it was just a lie he told to get her prized possession She didn’t know her heart wasn’t his concern She said it wasn’t no biggie As long as he continued to spoon feed her intricate little white lies His charm was enticing His words so enticing His body so inviting She thought nothing more of herself Belittling her existence to nothing more than legs, breast and thighs So he took advantage of the damsel in distress Her innocence It’s a precious possession To be given to the one who will cherish it There’s more than a bougie demeanor More than a body you lust after You, her, me, them, we cannot be bought sold or rented to the highest bidder Keep your innocence Save your possession Cherish your temple There are no refunds once it’s gone You are her She is you She’s 16 She’s at war With herself With society With expectations There’s more to her than what meets the eye I should know Because I once was her