Coming of Age
She tries to act wiser than her years so then she can never feel fear. She doesn’t want to be held captive or last picked. She’s a needle in a hay stack, rare but desperate for attention. She tries to dress modest, not for the men but you catch her showing some skin. The bareness of her hips and you can tell she’s desiring from within. She claims she doesn’t sin, but you can tell in her eyes her past is full of a bunch of lies. And when she cries, it’s like her whole body is paralyzed.
