to have womanhood forced upon you
rather than held out
in an open hand
for you to claim
in one of the more tragic things in life
for how wonderful it is to be a woman
from the figure
to the femininity
to the bond of sisterhood
there are infinite amazing things
to take pride and joy in
but to have it thrust upon you
when you are not ready to appreciate it
makes you unable to see clearly
and fills you with resentment
suddenly pubescence is your grievance
your body morphs against your will
depriving you of your true self
and for the lucky few who have the privilege
it takes years to come to terms with
for that cloudiness of ire to fade
and the light of womanhood to shine
"AND I MIGHT NEVER BE A REAL GIRL
BUT DAMN IF I CAN'T PRETEND SOMETIMES!!!"
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
