Twenty Poem by Jess Terry

Twenty



I grew cold and weary,
as these years go by,
I have learnt how naive
I could truly be.
Rape culture,
drinking,
cigarettes and weed.
There is no erase,
for the things I have seen.
Grow up,
get out,
You're a grown woman,
There is no going back,
no matter how you wish you can.

Sunday, June 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: growing up
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