Crimson Wave Winds
It was the first day of womanhood, however,
a fertile womb does not a woman make.
Kelly was only 12 years of age,
her demeanor, 25 years her Senior.
She stood in the bathroom attempting
to analyze blood on her favorite
pair of panties, it stained her jeans.
Today was picture day at her middle school,
she did not wish to be late, fate had different plans.
Jan, her mother,
who had been patiently waiting in the car,
opened the bathroom door and spoke,
“I see your journey from girl to woman has begun,
fear not, the best is yet to come.”
Kelly smiled, walked into her room,
put on her second favorite pair of panties,
cotton shorts and flannel hat.
She headed off to school with her esteem higher
than it was moments before her
mother, acting like the moon,
called in the tides of shame crashing
against her confidence.
posted by Intelfetish @ 12:34 PM
This was beautiful!
It is so true that our first "womanly"
experience shapes how we feel about womanhood. I'm glad "Kelly" had a mother moon.
Wow...this is very well written! Its interesting the different topics poets write about. I've never read a poem about this topic before!! Interesting piece!! =)
BTW...thanks for stopping by my blog!!!! =)
nice ending for sure L.
i remember how i wanted it to come cuz i was a late bloomer and wanted to be like the other girls. ugggggg. now it can leave anytime THANKYOU VERY MUCH!
btw- that ring on your profile pic is amazing. will you tell me about it? what kind of metal and stones and the purpose?
it is beautiful.
How sweet. All my close friends are women and I know most wish it had been this way for then... But no amount of wishing could have made it so. I'll be back for more. Thank you.
uh...yeah... i was probably a lot like kelly when i first go my period at 13...how quickly th e"tide" literally turns! if i could give it away, i WOULD!!!!! hahahahah