I used to be thunderous
Always the one to inquire
And demand explanations
Until the day I was shushed
Informed I was rebellious.
For my own sake
I silenced my tongue
To blend in the background
Pleasing to the ears.
As I grew I thought I'd be
Forever inhibited perhaps mute
Until the fateful day
Of the heinous act.
Where I didn't have a choice
But to claim my voice
To clamor so I'd be heard.
However now that I have
I'm urged to censor myself
Yet answer me this
Once a shrunken object.
Has been released
Do you expect the stout object
To cohere to the dimensions
Of the compact carton?
Neither will I consent
My volume to be rescaled
For my tongue has seized
A life of it's own.
YOU ARE READING
LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
