Rite of passage
Everyday I wake up
Put on my make up
Unruly hair put on straight and narrow
All the boys feel cupid’s arrow
I pull on my favourite dress
Royal feelings little Princess
For a brief time my body I own
As I blossom life forecloses its loan
Expectations of display
Body a toy others to play
Eye candy for older boys arm
He is a loser I mistook for charm
As I dream and feel the bliss
Imagine my first true loves kiss
Instead my body fondled and groped
Romance not there as I hoped
Instead a mitten for clumsy fingers
Still feel a shudder that lingers
Virginity prised but not valued
Prey to be hunted sexual food
Blossoms now ripe for plucking
Predators gather for first
Time to confess now
Hid in my mind somehow
As my womanly flower blooms
Coerced into bedrooms
Their loving experience informed by porn
Affection wanted instead clothes torn
Fetid smell of bad hygiene
Do young men hide stilton in jeans
A femme fatale but fatal for who?
Male fantasy that females will rue
We need to reboot
We need to refute
Men and women together we must regroup
But until then we travel the same loop
Imaginary goddess the role model
Feet crushed in high heel hobble
A life sentence to wax and vain
Shave, epilate hairless remain
Beauty dripping from head to toe
Life’s Pageant everyday on show
Excellent expose of how girls become the women they are and rarely who they want to be.
Thank you Jon, I was expecting something different and inline with the wonderful work you do. But you've exceeded my expectations and then some! I'm really delighted with the response and thought generated, by all, unravelling a very complex subject.