Bees buzz in
fields of wildflowers
as the birds
find high towers.
First times circle
in the summer air
as kids play
with style and flair.
Tattered jeans and itchy bra,
face streaked with tears,
can’t find her place
in a world in between dreams and fears.
A woman child
full of hope
reaching for the stars
while learning to cope.
In a world full of firsts
too young to know,
never having time
to fully grow.
Girl into a woman
so young and tender,
when watching birds and bees
are all it should be for that gender.
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