Where is the line
Between girl and woman
When people speak of me
What do they call me
I’m at the weird stage
Of independence
Where no one really knows
If I’m a girl
Or a woman
Two weeks ago
Was my 18th birthday
Legally i am a woman
But my first period came
When I was 9
Was that my entry to womanhood?
Yet when i laugh
And smile
And joke
I’m girlish once more
Is happiness a childlike quality?
I can’t wrap my head around it
If adulthood
Is morose
Why is it craved?
For the independence?
The power?
I’m not sure it’s worth it.