villanelle to my youth
for the young girl I was
Though I’ve always been told to mind my tongue
I carry a wallet of stories in which
Boys will be boys, but girls will not be young
Age 12, when during jump rope I still sung
Was the first time a boy called me a bitch
Though I’ve always been told to mind my tongue
Age 14, when my opponent’s bat swung
But my coach was focused more on my legs than my pitch
Boys will be boys, but girls will not be young
Age 16, racing down at the sound of the doorbell rung
Only to be told that instead if speaking, my mouth has but one niche
Though I’ve always been told to mind my tongue
Age 18, dusty schoolbooks to which I once clung
I’ve only ever received praise for my body therefore it is my looks I must enrich
Boys will be boys, but girls will not be young
Now, age 20, all innocence having been stung
I am left with recollections and recounts to stitch
Though I’ve always been told to mind my tongue
Boys will be boys, but girls will not be young
About the Creator
Emma Sikes
If you can’t blow them away with your brilliance, baffle them with your bs.
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