girlhood
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Somewhere in the world,
A child’s first word is no.
The child’s first word is no
And her parents think that
something is wrong with her.
You're leaving
The broad expanse
of your back
is the gallery
where I 'II hang my dreams.
Always on your way
Out
When will I
go with you?
I'll behave
like you want
You're leaving
The broad expanse
of your back
is the gallery
where I 'II hang my dreams.
Always on your way
Out
When will I
go with you?
I'll behave
like you want
"Silence girl"
"Hold your tongue"
"I think you're too opinionated"
"You better watch your mouth"
The girl holds back her comment
She knows she shouldn't speak
especially not now
Èṣù,
I remember you incited my triskaidekaphobia
after striking me as I stood, dead
center, in a vacillating road
On the eve of my thirteenth birthday.
The close leaders in my life
Always fail and disappoint
The distant leaders in my life
Do not recognize my existence
The matriarchs of my family
My hands already know how to braid my hair
At 15, I cut my hairthe ends tickle my chin.sensational.
At 8, my hair is too short to braid.
They say the young have a flame within them.
But I think they need that flame to keep themselves warm,
Stretching their cold, old hands out to my fire to stop the numbness.
Little do they know,
A rose-hipped girl with legs closed tight
Sits staunching an ochre river.
She’s sure of a weeping snake with teeth
Red sunk into her belly.
I imagine Infinity as a dream
But then again everything I imagine is a dream
I imagine Infinity as a dream
Where he and I are together forever
Where nothing and no one can touch Us
she wasn't ever a very good liar and when she did lie
it was impulsive and she felt unclean
but she doesn't know doesn't understand
if it's his karma or some unpsoken unofficial
this is not romance, she thinks
she sees the world in its barest form learning all of its secrets and nuances and
believing that
in essence
everything
truly
was black and white
eyes
do not
age.
they'll always be bright enough dancing with light
to make the bluejays jealous and they'll be deep and mysterious enough to plant elm trees in
they're honest and so loving and
Congratulations it's a baby girl! It starts from their day one on earth. The 1st true colors you see is pink. Pink walls, pink cloths, pink crib, for god sakes even your dippers are all pink.
My mom and my dad were looking at each other.
I knew it had to be serious.
Dad always blinked a lot when he was scared or nervous.
He also tapped his foot on the floor.
He looked older when he didn’t smile.
Look at those matted strands upon your head
Spots on your face like a dalmatian
Your knees knock knocking while you clamber
down the street
You ! Yea you
I see you
