A woman does not melt
into sight from the rain.
A woman is born
in the rush of the flood.
I don't talk to my family anymore.
I've left old friends behind.
I don't dance like I used to.
The church choir has an empty seat.
I don't tell stories laced with hope.
I don't write down the world.
I don't dream in pastels.
I don't climb tree tops.
I have stopped.
I have lost...
everything I was.
I am a woman now.
I have been born of smoke
and cigarette ashes.
I was baptized in the spirit,
but washed in spirits.
I've lost my innocence.
I am a woman now.
A wonderful telling of innocence lost. Thanks for sharing, Josilinia. Peace
The ways of life; but, there is hope ahead. Nice piece of work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank yall, you're very kind. [3