Creative | Posted by Riya S on 08/30/2013
The Universal Sisterhood of Puberty
Pain dripping down my legs.
Bumps growing from my chest.
Doubled up. Feel the heat.
Mum, I NEED something to eat!
Just when did they turn out so nice?
Look at myself in mirror again-
Call me hormonal. Call me weird.
I'm feeling sick and tired
And the sore swellings on my chest.
Now I'm staring at the bathroom floor.
I don't call it a sickness anymore.
It's my invite to a worldwide party
Of girls celebrating Puberty.
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