She has blossomed like a flower. Her smiles her blush tell that she is fresh and young. She walks like a bird that had just learned how to fly, Ignorant of the predators, around her. She smiles with one and laughs with the other dangling from hand to hand. She is in charge; it’s her time to rule.
The good uncle sees her and wonders how fast the baby of yesterday have become the woman of today, The bad uncle salivates as he sets his trap and patiently wait. her elder sister other older single ladies are jealous of her. Her mates of the opposite sex see her, as though for the first time.
She is the center of attraction. She is like the tree of life in the Garden of Eden. She is Junior’s door to adulthood and an opportunity to boost her seniors sexual experience. She is the side chick to auntie’s boyfriend and junior’s girlfriend. She swims ignorantly in between sharks thinking they are dolphins. She is a teen girl, she is endangered.
what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an
All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled
An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside her face seems very candid and expressions look naïve, but nobody knows the cause of her sadness and and no one can ever feel the hidden wounds inside her heart Why
She was four and I was six. We held hands and ate pixie stix. The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner. Soon we became friends. We held hands with skin like bricks. I cleansed her hands