Puberty
I’m becoming a women, yes indeed
The voice inside of me is ready to be freed.
She’s talked to me over tea.
June 16th ,that is my day
But I don’t want this voice inside to go away
Now that that voice is finally freed,
I am a young women, yes indeed.
She is no longer roaming with me,
Opening door after door anymore.
She has gone to the next girl and is giving her a heads up,
So that she’ll also be ready when its her time to grow up.
12-07-2010
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Lovesick | 2 | 07/28/2010 |
| R.I.P (I Thought You Were Dead) | 5 | 07/28/2010 |
| Perspective Of A Murderer | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| What's To Gain, Besides The Pain | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| Do Your Own Thing | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| Over | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Meaning Of Glamour | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| Keep On | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Dirty Socks | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| The Adventures Of A Child | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Little House On The Prarie | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Puberty | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| A Heart | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Life Poem | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| W.A.B (Will Always Be) | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
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