Saturday, July 23, 2005

curves creep up, inflating my body
yanking away my cherished comfort.
oh nature, make me not a woman.
my heart bursts at arrangements of words,
melting me into hysterics.
oh please, i don't want to be a woman.
desire clouds my better sense
and straddled i gladly limp to unloved.
i beg, anything but a woman.
naivety becomes my immature trait,
trampling my confidence to dust.
please god,
i'm not ready to grow into a woman.
*bettie* at 10:10 AM