All Grown Up

by joetwo

You’re fifteen
Fresh-faced and innocent
Only a child
Yet you wear three-inch heels
And a belt moonlighting as a skirt
Acting the madam
A thin veneer of confidence
Over turbulent adolescent angst
Camouflage
Not to conceal
But to alert
“Here I am!” your actions shout
“I’m an adult! All grown up!
Come on world! I’m ready for you!”
Many hear her call
Boys on the cusp of manhood
Lanky, with down on his face
If she’s lucky
For there are others who lurk in the night
Those of more menacing disposition
Who prey on those who don’t know better
“I’m all grown up!”she shouts
As the world crowds in
“I can take care of myself!”

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