Womanhood (as it shouldn't be)

like clockwork 

it struck when i was sixteen 

i thought i would be safe

 

no one should have what i have

down there 

 

find the common denominator

 

one second plus two seconds

a minute is too long

and inconsistent 

 

a watch wound too tight

tick tock    tick tock     tick 

talk- 

inescapable babble

 

a clock will stop when 

it hits the floor

 

time is fleeting 

time is fleeing

you can't reclaim sixteen 

Comments

S.zaynab.k

We came reclaim sweet 16 eh. A fantastic poem, great rhythm and poetic words. I like it lots. Kudos.

I see comments are not common here, but interaction is good for the human touch in this cold world.  Pleez do comment/ review my newest poem too.

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