Transformation short poem

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I’ve hit puberty
Now boys look at me
I’ve finally stopped growing
But my stretch marks are showing
Makeup sprawled all over my face
My body stops me from running a fast pace
Now here I stand wanting more
As I’m checked out at the grocery store
Bleeding out or ready to burst
Yet a ‘real man’ won’t hold my purse
Will my transformation finally end
Or will I have to do this all over again?

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