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This must be GROWTHIt's neither about an increase in size,nor the comeliness of my thighs,a lesson on puberty,or how time flies. It's an enlarging on the inside,though unseen by mere eyes,but cannot be denied,I speak of a strength supplied. See, t
Puberty arrivesWith it's accompanying drivesPlus the scourge of teenage acne.Most remedies would failNothing ever worked wellWhile my face continued to attack me..Father scoffed "Son I implore
Oh little one, how soon you'll be In turbulence of puberty. I will hold tight your days of youth And share with you my honest truth That innocence ingrained at birth, Precious childhood days filled with mirth,
p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'} “so, when should we have sex?” her lips were cherry pink and quivering with insecure verve. (did she have braces yet?)
gym, health, science classes fill with that unforgettable stench of used textbooks craterfaces and jockies everyone with the same yet different growing and changing none like the other
Once upon a midnight postpubescent, Much I marvelled the silent graafian follicle; Puberty - tormentor of my dreams. I awoke and flung the legal age, In a kingdom full of menses When I thought of the puberty.
Are they the enemy?  I've always asked myself, just where do their priorities lie? Who is on my side?  Young, weak, trembling,  I stand with frailty,  But I stand. I stand. I will keep standing,
Dear future me, I hope that you're smiling. I hope that you can say that you're happy without lying.
You can never be sure of the changes. They start with gentle probing, a smile less straighter, a hand too big. The progress begin to grow, weeds in the cemented parts of a sidewalk.
A rose-hipped girl with legs closed tight Sits staunching an ochre river. She’s sure of a weeping snake with teeth Red sunk into her belly.
  To the boys who feel disgusted by women on their periods and the young ladies who fear womanhood because of it. Here’s a sneak peak into our leak week:   Period 1: AP U.S. History
Oh to have a beard, that is my dearest wish.  I am so smooth and hairless just like a little fish.    It would be smooth and silky like ladies underwear
She spoke what she thought, she thought things through. To one bad thing she would never do. Never spoke a lie, she was always so sure. Then three kids walked by. She looked at them with envy,
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