g i r l h o o d
skinned knees and we kept on shouting
witches brew and swords as sticks
close your legs close your legs close your legs
5 years old and we already knew
just what men wanted to do to us
b o y h o o d
bruised knees and we kept on crying
nails painted in the safety of home
spinning wheels down the street to mikey's
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
and will never see girls as their human equivalent
anymore
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escapril
Poetrybathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
