A juvinile with a pleated skirt just below the bottom of her knees
And a bag full of wisdom
A bag full of adult secrets, the contrandband of youth
The thoughts the youth are forbidden from
She holds Batatille in her left hand
And Crowley in her right
She knows what her classamates don’t
Gives slips of an old man’s wisdom on pink Post-It notes
Kisses boys behind the school in a way only the goddess Venus could
And talks with the confidence even thirty-year-olds haven’t discovered
She despises the typical boy
Who stands trembling before her
As her light of development beams and glows brightly behind her
He becomes quickly blinded
And remains forever a coward in her firery, hungry eyes
That long for a soul that can withstand her light
Her confidence that came with her growth
That she had planted the seed for in the ground so long ago
She dares you
To take her on
To show her how she can grow more
She dares you
To take her on
To grab her hand and fly her away with you
To excite her
Like nobody else before could do
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Author:
N.S.S. Scali (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
The growth of child into youth and from that to adulthood. A lovely poem of development and finding oneself in search of a companion of equal strength
A lovely write on the journey through life in search of oneself and a compatible companion, enjoyed the read
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