My body at 12 was like a cold winter night,
My hormones were beginning to take their flight.
I didn’t want it, so I tried to run with freight.
Being the first in my class to my man’s right.
It was like being set up in a chicken fight,
No way out, just to accept it and reach the height.
My voice crack and I was uptight,
Until it gave me extra might.
Then I accepted it without spite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem