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 


inescapable babble


a clock will stop when 

it hits the floor


time is fleeting 

time is fleeing

you can't reclaim sixteen 



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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