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I wrote poems when I'm h1gh 




grown
As I look at my younger self, 
eye contact 
never breaking
my hand
always shaking 
I realise I'm grown
I thought I was grown at
Age 4 bound with skipping rope kicked and broke down,
I thought I was grown when I was
Age 7 getting catcalled and touched by men 5x my age,
I thought I was grown when I was a child who didn't understand the world she lived in. 
As I sat in that hall I knew I was grown. 
At age 14 asI turned away in the bed after losing my purity I knew I was grown. I knew as I looked at the lines on that test I knew I was grown I didn't think I'd make it to
Age 15.
And now I'm taking a different test filled with others who now know that they're grown.Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang

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