~~AM JUST THIRTEEN~~
Lay no hands on my chrysalis, Let it make itself a beautiful butterfly. Tamper not with my foetus, Let it make itself a mature maiden. I'm an innocent little soul Who has mounts of goals to climb, Lots of dreams to chase And a pile of stones to grind. For now, Feed me with bread and water, Carve and shape me into a shape, Give me books and give me pen And not this muscular beast in man's clothing. Mother, Stoop into my age and see what I see My thought is too weak for this maternal task Unsheath your sword and fight my cost Fight me out, lest I fall into this eternal pit. Tell of this war to my father Tell it to him in the moon Blow it into the hole of his pinnacle When his turbulent nerves are at rest. How will you feel, When the infertile soil of my womb Is forced to swallow the seed of grain Whose buttress root, creeps into my cervix Causing me eternal scars? Mother, join forces with father Say NO to every Beast that seeks My hands in marriage Tell them am just thirteen.
This powerful little poem is full of arresting phrases and images, beginning with the first line and continuing throughout.
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