On the day of her birth
She learned how to cry
At one year old
She learned how to whine
At two years old
She learned how to lie
At three years old
She learned how to fly
At four year old
She learned how to stand
At five years old
She learned how to land
At six years old
She learned how to write
At seven years old
She learned how to fight
At eight years old
She learned how to worry
At nine years old
She learned how to hurry
At ten years old
She learned how to wait
At eleven years old
She learned how to date
At twelve years old
She learned how to have sex
At thirteen years old
She learned what comes next
At fourteen years old
She learned how to cut
At fifteen years old
She learned how to shut
At sixteen years old
She learned how to say no
At seventeen year old
She learned how to blow
At eighteen years old
She learned it didn't matter
At nineteen years old
She learned she had no power
At twenty years old
She learned men could be violent
At twenty one years old
She learned to keep quiet
At twenty three years old
She learned how to weep
At twenty four
She forgot how to eat
At twenty five
She forgot how to be classy
At twenty six
She forgot how to be happy
At twenty seven
She forgot how to try
And at twenty eight
She laid down and died.
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Lucy Gordon
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Thank God For Girls
PoetryFairly Feminine poems about Ferociously Feminist things in a Frequently Figurative way. ------------------ "I'm so glad I have a girl to think of Even if she isn't mine I think about her all the day and all the night It's enough to know th...
