Growing Pains
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in May I cut
my hair as short
as I dared
and stood before
you with bared
neck. and then
suddenly
I didn't anymore resemble
the little girl who sat on your lap,
looking up,
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I’ve thrown away your crystal ball
No more fake love stories, no more feeding girls lies
I see right through your little disguise
I have a big Green house on a hill and it’s
Giant and clean
And full of space and I
Can’t wait
To get it filled up with things that
Portray my
New life with my husband.
So I've never been one for these poems and things
Writitng has never been a strong suit of mine
But I'm sick of holding back
Being the big kid, the smart kid, the one my parents never worried about
You stare with this speck in your eye that glistens when I speak.
I may soon assume you love me.
I give you gentle touch like you were once in my womb.
growing up.
what does that even mean anymore
it doesn’t just mean learning
it means learning to doubt yourself
everything you thought you knew
you felt for sure you would never do
A sprouting flower still frail and green
Before it bloomed they doubt what they see
Quantified judgments have been made before
