#teengirl
Divine hips
Which sway with elegance;
Soft lips
Which utter the sweetest words.
These gifts allure
Others more than myself.
For my womanhood
Gave me the greatest of gifts.
My mind—a burning star.
Shines bright on its own.
My soul—oh so unique,
Is complete by itself.
My womanhood
Gave me the greatest gifts,
I say again.
It gave me the strength
To rise by myself.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC
I watch the candle flicker
Moonlight streaming through
My open window
A soft breeze dancing along my skin
This is it, I think
What happiness is
This serenity, calming feeling
Where nothing bothers me
And I feel nothing at all
I was wrong.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC
The girl child is strong, I was raised up to know
The girl child is rarely wrong, even when it's not so
Though a fragile build, a fire in her shows
The girl child is always the first to take life's heavy blows
The young girl works hard, at school and at home
The young girl learns duty, engraved in every bone
The young girl dresses well, her look like polished stone
Weight of family, weight of duty, weight she bares alone
The teenage girl has personality, she learns to artfully speak
The teenage girl has attraction, hence the company she keeps
The teenage girl is temped but the bucket of weight and duty never ever leaks
She wants to be free like the boy, in frustration she can only weep
The young lady is focused, determined without fear
The young lady has barriers,that she slowly begins to tear
The young lady is pressured by society, more duties come near
The young lady graduates well, because of her *** her future is still unclear
The woman is taken in only for the beauty of her face
The woman is the minority, in every single race
The woman is more qualified, but for her there's just no space
It is a man's world, didnt she ever learn her place
It's a cruel world for her if she doesn't become strong
It's a cruel world for her if she cries at every wrong
It's a cruel world for her if she mistakes life for a song
Be strong woman, for woman's life is usually very long
By-Hugo
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
She was painted so beautifully.
With little specks of crimson like the fire that burned in her heart.
Dots of pumpkin and persimmon dancing on that one patch of hair she never died back.
Drips of amber and daffodil seemed to glow around her body as she wished to feel happy again.
And a shaded emerald painted like bars which contained her jealousy because all she wanted was to be perfect.
Swirls of cerulean and teal like the tears that dripped off of her face.
And the violet dashes were her moments of tranquility where her hands created magic out of papers and pen and her mind was finally put to peace.
The magenta smeared across her lips, making her feel a tad bit prettier.
Dabs of maroon like the blood that was shed,
When she used the silver blade to pierce her golden bronze skin.
She was a colorful girl behind the grey mask she hid under,
All to avoid the threats she received in black and white.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC