Young Woman

Fiddled with my words.

Not knowing what to say.

My mother braids my hair

and I go out to play.

I'd slouch, hang my head low.

"You are just a child you wouldn't know"

As a young teen I'd avoid every mirror.

Wouldn't listen to my mother's wisdom,

I wouldn't hear her.

I still fiddled with my words then.

Always felt like a burden.

Then I became the woman I am.

Now I understand.

No more slouching.

Stand up tall, chest out like a pigeon.

I found my religion, know who I believe in.

My mother as my witness.

Wouldn't have been able to do this.

Without her.

Now I feel a stir.

In my heart.

A brand new start because of my glow up.

I've grown up.

A young woman.

I'm better now than I was then.

Forever, Amen.