fast tailed girl
in their famished eyes,
we were prey.
women we thought we had
a few more years to meet.
it was an unjust
rite of passage
for girls whose bodies
were full as oceans
with waves that didn't fit
quietly in an hourglass.
time ran out on our
carefree girlhood.
our bodies ceased
belonging to us.
every wandering eye
became the highest bidder.
boys grabbed
our blooming bodies
and gave no regard
to our withering petals.
men who were old enough
to be our fathers
waited for our ripe bodies
to fall from our mothers' trees
as if they were entitled to
our fruit.
k.y. robinson (the chaos of longing)
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