A coming-of-age poem. |
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Dancing to WomanhoodThere’s a life in headphones,beating the beat of Michael and Prince But I wonder sometimes if it’s yours Or borrowed, like something to warm you against the chill of womanhood I laugh, because you told me once that you felt you’d been seduced And it was another matter you spoke about, yet there’s seduction still, as you dance this dance, along the way to womanhood There’s pleading in your eyes, to find it here within cassettes The key to a life written by others, where the words rhyme and slide guitar promises tomorrow all night long, and womanhood So take it there or make it here, take it from Michael, or make it yourself Know the beat that makes you smile, makes you move, and sway and close your eyes And you’ll find the words to write your womanhood |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |