The woman is showing
but the little girl
the little girl deep within me is still hidden
never getting a chance to to blossom
sweet sixteens
and a virgin till married
I'd rather be still innocent
striving for it
or was this meant
The woman is maturing and visibly showing
but the little girl
the girl deep with in me is still hidden
never getting a chance to play with innocense
feeling alone
without a mother
no nurturer
but,
blessed with women who were mother figures
As a teenager
things are getting wilder and stranger
some things evident
others come from lifes experiences
being in the streets
you inhale the knowledge
you will become another beat in its heart
body reeking steam
like the heat whispering off the pavement
It seems sin is obsorbing all the living
The woman is matured
and visibly showing
but, the littlegirl
the little girl deep within me is crying to be seen
So with my child she'll blossom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
superb thought and a very natural flow in this poem...you picked a subject which is very natural too....10