It’s a new year 

highschool fear

My hormones are shooting up in the air 

I’m on a different swagger

My hips are much bigger 

I’m looking like a snicker 

Doing things on my own 

my freedom as the years go on 

I realize that I’m getting grown 

life’s more complicated 

I overthink a lot of things 

I out grew some friends 

I start learning more about myself and I made some mends 

Its a different world and different expectations when you’re no longer a girl but now a wonan



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