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Sophmoric, this attempt at adulthool. Too long have you been at the entrance, too short a length to take a baby step. Not wanting for a reutn to that hard time of la' enfant.Blubbering and stumbling into this country's social graces. A trained chimp wrapped and ready for show time at the circus. I am here. Traveling around the edges of womanhood. Keeping the hand holding at a distance, yet in view. I tight-rope walk my this sex. My gender is waiting for me to take my place (#856849). Keep waiting, for my time has not yet come. I will ripen, inevitably, like an orange in the sun. The green running from my skin with each slow sea change. My insides softening, sweetening, preparing to be that soft place in my self I have searched for so long with others. My scent wafting in the summer scorching air sending the alert to the others. I am ready for a hand, a grasp, a tough. Please let it be someone kind and beautiful.
Little sprouts!!! Make your way into the world!! Through the padlocks and barracades! Fight your way through the earth 'till your fingernails bleed and your faces muddy and your knees skin worn thin and worry imprints itself on your callow brows!
You, little children, rays in the universe, beam your faces into the future. Look into our past and reconize our sadness. Etch it into your feet that they may walk it dilligently into their soles and never forget. Walk between the bullets and scatter your lovely selves like grain over our barren wasteland. See our hate and let it melt into your hearts like miniature peppermint patties on your tongues. Transform, little ones....
damn, lost my train of thought.....
Little sprouts!!! Make your way into the world!! Through the padlocks and barracades! Fight your way through the earth 'till your fingernails bleed and your faces muddy and your knees skin worn thin and worry imprints itself on your callow brows!
You, little children, rays in the universe, beam your faces into the future. Look into our past and reconize our sadness. Etch it into your feet that they may walk it dilligently into their soles and never forget. Walk between the bullets and scatter your lovely selves like grain over our barren wasteland. See our hate and let it melt into your hearts like miniature peppermint patties on your tongues. Transform, little ones....
damn, lost my train of thought.....