From a Girl to a Lady

The heart of me
the gift given to only us women
what lays between are legs
start off as brick walls
until the right
or the wrong constructor
comes along to tear it down
shattering innocence
in all its pure beauty.

Transformation occurs

Like a catipillar
who waits paitently
in its warm isolated
cocoon i try to
let the wings grow
shedding from this
familiar skin i once
would call home
But my shell refuses to bust
leaving me in the dusty confidement
i was born to one day weave myself into


Lost in my enviorments prison
i struggle trying
to choose
wich path will lead me
to my destination
that special transformation.


i want to latch onto  the fruit that tempts
me
and get lost in its vibrant colors
but the branches are out of my reach
so i stay stuck onto this bitter-sweet
reminder that now is not the time
that im not ready.

Why must i wait
for the the seasons to change
just to help that guilty ache that throbs

why must i crave such sinful delights
that could only end in pain

letting what little sunlight creaps into
the cracks of this barrier

i sigh knowing one day
soon...


the cracks will turn into rips
tearing natures seams
letting me relieve
the desire to "fly"
away from yesterdays fantasy's
only to land in a today's reality

but for now i let the warmth
the intrusion of the sun
sink slowly into my willing body
getting me ready for that
ultimate leap...
from a girl
to a real lady