So confuse, emotions distorting me into forms I never knew existed. One minute I’m happy then sad full of laughter next rage enters. I want to follow after my dreams, and live life to its fullest follow by the hold of staying in one place. Trying my hardest to be the girl I once was. The only difference is I’m entering into womanhood that falls short of my childhood. Passion has fueled my bone marrow but slowly eroded thin. Fiery drive has gone estrange grasping for the spotlight shown by the sun. My body hasn't been lit, by constantly bringing comparison of others on thyself greatest destruction in womanhood.

Welcome to my hood of life, the very creation full of changes constantly striking the unrevealing source. The hood I sometimes wonder if I was meant to be a part of. Crumbs filling the emptiness, thoughts left in space, and no clue of start-to-finish.

Identity is loss in this world of assimilation. If I dare differ from the most high who rule over my outer circle, negative thoughts words actions will try to conquer my poor soul. Cruel remarks already challenged and dug me to the ground, but that didn't stop this Wo-man from crossing over into womanhood. These encounters failed at bury me, but instead made me stronger than before.

Once again welcome to my hood. Where the man in woman dominate regardless if women are taking over the world. There are still weaknesses within womanhood changes that strike the unrevealing source are my emotions.

Emotion rosion erosion, massive explosion of un-stability upheld in my Wo. Who's ready to explode on my surroundings. Chemically connect to man taken by his rib. Womanhood birthed humanity. Man is push out her womb.

Sister-to-brother, aunt-to-nephew, niece-to-uncle, and cousin-to-cousin relation of Wo to man begins with friendship girl-to-boyfriend, engagement turned into spouses, then ended with mother-to-child cycle begins again.

Even as an equal creation in this universe as a being of womanhood, I take on more than I can bare. Thinking I'm superwoman saving the world is my mission, but the only problem is who is to save I when I'm down. Afraid to show weakness to the public more so to a man I'm superwoman, and my mission is to save humanity.

Pondering wondering foundering, how can man shelter I? After, my hood has given birth to his nation. Living in a world created by the spiritual image of man least this concept has been embedded in my subconscious.

No matter the wrong doing of man the Wo in I always seems to step in and make corrections. No matter how bad or long the pain sorrow I hold may be I spare another chance for improvement. All the intelligence store within womanhood cracks spilt wider to allow the hurt to slip in again. Womanhood need a savior just like mankind, but until then…

Welcome to my hood of life the very creation full of changes constantly striking the unrevealing source. Learning will only come through the experiences of life. The improvement of womanhood will improve mankind and beyond.