Woman Child

lost childhood in a set of curls
chopped by the knife of regret and loss
the liberation of the short
the freedom of past worries

childhood in a black plastic bag
lugged away without any last glances
no more overlooking shoulder
liberation of the short

butchered childhood
dead curls once belonging to the young
becomeing a woman is hard
i am a woman
child yes
but woman


Placing balde close to the skin
bleeding curls
childhood gone
but the woman remaines
here I am
the woman child
no more curls
liberation of the short

woman child shedding her past
shedding her fears
forgetting the transgressions
liberation of the short

the curls will come back, yes
but it will be a sign of woman hood
no longer woman child
simply woman

for now the curls remain in the black bag
bleeding
crying for the past
but here i stand woman child
liberation of the short
waiting for the time to liberate again

Written By:
Nena