This poem is about the pain of being a woman. the trials women face for being women.

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As a child, a little child,
I looked into the distance
to behold the rough path ahead,
The path of the future
Whose end i do not see.

I peered through the fingers
covering my eyes from the sight
and long and yarn to see
the end of the sight ahead.

I long to race with great speed
across the agony of growing up.
The pain of dealing with the changes
the challenge of taking the right step.

I desire to spin with acceleration
through the sweet pain in here
of being a girl, a woman and a lady
the physical sweet pain
of bringing forth a child

The monthly dagger
stabbing at my back
and scrapping the lining
of my delicate stomach.

I long for the end
the end of this race
this race i run, we run
as a girl, woman,lady.