Little girl grown up
with soft smooth hair
wet, sticky, and hot
the body grows
the breasts develop
each tit keeps getting larger
larger, larger
the body growing
not the mind
where's the soul?
strike back at the body
cut your tits down to size
make the mind larger
where's the soul?
where do they throw away
the wasted body
what happens to the flesh & blood
once yours
not forgotten but gone
what part did they really get rid of?
little girl grown up
the soft hair not nearly so soft
your edges rougher
your scars sharper
they remind you
they tell you
what a little girl thought
back then
when one was one.

[September, 1997]

from The Mind Fuck of Poetry

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Anna Marie Kersade- Poetry
Published: April 22, 1998
Copyright © 1998 by the Cosmic Baseball Association