GROWING WOMAN

Wrapped in a blue uniform

My vulnerable knees

Covered by pure white socks

Name plate carrying all my stars

Hidden by a big school bag

I hurt with the growth

Tying up my self with pieces of cloth

Tearful appeals to my womanliness

to abort

I bled with the growth

My father had a tender smile

Even though father’s

Even though tender

It was a male smile at a female’s plight

My deep blue maidenly

uniform

Awkwardly carrying

blood stains

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