like a heady wine
I was a fruit juice
that turned dangerous.
Sometimes it feels as though
I skipped the trainingbras and went straight
to DD.

suddenly from scrawny tomboy
climbingtrees scrapingknees
to this woman
breaking hearts
getting mine broken –

suddenly my energy is wild
my strangeness is sensual
I have a place in this big ol’ world and sometimes –
sometimes I am afraid to wonder
what my littleself would have thought of thisme.

I don’t know where the inbetween time went –
But now I feel… I wasn’t thrown or pushed into this.
I danced into these curves,
Learnt the joys of pantydancing & negligees…
making love,
climbing trees…
yes… yes, I am still me.

January ’07


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