Monday, March 16, 2015

Not Ready


She stares in the mirror

Eyes settling on her inferior abdomen.

She persuades herself that this new bulk is the enemy

Lean cellulite, spread around her body,

 Has never received a second glance

Why she’s becoming a Jelly-Belly is beyond her.

Her friends are ignorant to her distress-

It’s just her, facing the mountain of womanhood.

The girls are busy flirting with Jeremy King

The King of the school;

How is Jeremy going to notice her,

The rounding girl?

Her Aunt has assured her she is becoming a woman,

a natural part of life.

“But what if I’m not ready to be a woman?”

She pulls on a worn t-shirt.

It hugs her torso, pulling in places that it never has before.

An unprepared child, she is.

Not ready to grow up.

Stepping back from the mirror

Still disgusted,

She lets out a long, heavy sigh.

She will never be ready to become a woman;

Only ready to embrace womanhood.  

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9 comments:

  1. I'm jealous you have such an amazing piece of poetry to enter and you are perfect and this is just simply wonderful okay bye.

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    1. Oh my goodness Elizabeth, (a.k.a the queen od poetry), you have some beautiful pieces!!!!!!!! But thank you:)

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  2. I'm jealous you have such an amazing piece of poetry to enter and you are perfect and this is just simply wonderful okay bye.

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  3. You never told me that you are such an amazing poet! This is lovely :)

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    1. hahah, your too nice. I actually wrote this poem for a English (class) thing, and killed two birds with one stone by posting it :) And I can not believe that I just used that phrase. But thank you!

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