I may be a woman;

a fully developed female,

with breasts and wide hips to bear children.

On the inside-

I am a girl-

who wants to be loved,

who wants endless attention,

who wants to be accepted the way she is.

I don't know how to appease her,

and I don't want you to have to face her,

she is a petalent child,

she may never be happy with what she gets from you now,

because she has been neglected,

and it seems foolish to think your love could quiet her.

I cry for her sometimes,

I beat her sometimes,

and I fear the ways she may take to you,

and I am scared you will hurt her.