If I were 5

In a world of my

own making, I 

stand before the mirror mesmerized

Me: age 5

transfixed by my own face

and blissfully ignorant

of my bloated belly, shaking 

narrow, boyish hips 

that will one day become 

the fabulous curves
I'm ashamed to flaunt, the
foundation of a

woman's body I can't seem
to face in
the mirror, trapped in a

world of my own making

---

If I Were prompt on Poetry Jam

Runaway

A little girl came across our lawn
and knocked on our door. A pawn
no more. She was gone.
Past the dawn. 
Flew. 

Just a baby, innocence foregone,
she lay on my couch and yawned,
"No more." She was gone
past the dawn
to

late the next morning. She yelled, "Come on!"
when she woke. A little fawn
no more. She was gone.
Past the dawn.
New.

--

Creative Bloomings - Triquint

I am more than this

I am more
than a dark
loveliness that
hides between
thick grown
womanly thighs

I am more
than a disposable
plaything that
fulfills all your
secret little
pubescent fantasies

I am more than
a played out
stereotype that's
perpetuated in
every rapper's
uninspired lyrics

I am inspiration,
secret stereoscopic
fantasies that
grow thick
with love and
groan for more.

April PAD Day 18 - I am (blank)