Womanhood versus Childhood

The child stands at the mirror
Observing her emulated reflection of womanhood
She feels uneasy
As she stands there hovering
Trying hard to make friends with the reflection
Her hand touches the mirror
To make sure the image she is seeing
Is really hers
And not just a dream
A tear runs down her face
As she notices she's no longer a child
Her body is no longer that innocent form
With out shape
That no one used to noticed
It's now on view for all to see
As her breast begin to swell
Her hips become round...
Hair grows in places
That never had hair before
Blood appears between her legs once a month
As her breast become tender to touch
How unclean she feels
How dare her body changes
How dare these things happen without asking first?
She seems frighten
She seems scared
But she is told it's apart off growing up
And something she has to put up with
But I don't want it...
The child cries...
I don't want to grow older...
I don't want to be a woman...
If this happens to my body without asking me first...
She curls herself up into a ball
Hoping that it would make it go away
But as with all things it doesn't
She has to excepted the outward change
But inwardly the child begins to hide But she the child hasn't gone
She's their building up the anger
Until one day she screams
Am still here
So please someone tell me why...
But there is no answer, as no one knows
Its just one off those things we have to except
As a woman ... we are told.
Šemma pidgeon 20/7/97

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