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A poem about what becoming a woman is really like. Would love feedback! |
| When girls grow up we do not look forward to stares and catcalls We do not look for a stranger's opinion on our growing body parts we do not appreciate the reality of being a woman We do not accept the fact of our own incapability We do not enjoy the fear of rape We do learn to use keys as weapons We do walk in packs as safety in numbers is the only safety we experience We do learn that no means yes We do jump at shadows We aren't carefree children We aren't wise adults We aren't considered legal Yet We are asking for it We did lead them on We wore it for attention We are just girls growing up. |