girlhood - a poem


when she turned thirteen

her body blossomed

her edges softened

and she felt like a stranger in her own skin

she woke up one morning and her thighs were sticky

caked in blood, a heavy ache in her belly

the first red blossom of womanhood

and with it a shame she couldn’t shake

she packed up all her stuffed animals

folded her fairy wings

and learned how to put on lipstick

the color of bubblegum ice cream

hello kitty hair bows discarded

a pink tutu tossed and traded

for a little lace bra

secret messages and an unmade bed

there is no more time for tea parties

and the days feel electric in their newness

everything is different, every day unknown

her girlhood peeling at the corners

growing up and letting go