They never tell you in health class
That once you become a women
They rip your heart out
And put in a clock instead
Counting
Sixty seconds a minute
Sixty minutes an hour
Until your worth runs out
With your youth
They never tell you
What it feels like
Not being able to get on the subway
Without some guy
Checking out your ass
Even though the government says your to young to buy alcohol
They never tell you that out there
The word "sensitive" is an insult out there
They never tell you that by the time you find a boy to love
Taking off your clothes will be like
Taking off bandages
Like peeling off sunburst skin
That some days you'll feel
Like a broken vase
Everyone keeps trying
To stick flowers in
You are not beautiful or ugly
Unless someone tells you so
But when you want to tell the guy on the bus
To go fuck himself
Because he won't leave you alone
You'll bite your tongue instead
And swallow your words
Collecting them underneath the ribcage
A hornet's nest buzzing below your heart
Reminding it not to feel too much or beat too hard
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
