Not Yet A Woman


TaNia Tribble



My body,

It’s supposed to be my temple but in many ways I befoul it

My body, my temple, my resting place, my place of assurance

What have I done to this once, beautiful body of mine?


My body,

Yet curvy and thick is nasty and sick

Boys love my body,

Nice and thick in the waist, big booty and a pretty face

Yet all they want is my body


The connection with my soul they don’t need

Just the connection to my mind to make me open my thighs

He is using my body

LOVE, through his actions was not real


Legs Open Very Easy

My mother, support system and provider

Hated the image that her daughter gave off

What to do now?

All I could do was go back to LOVE.


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