Wednesday, April 27, 2016

A Month of Favorite Poetry, Day #27

I love Jewel's poetry.  I don't know why she didn't publish more books of her verse, but I'm thankful for the one she did give us.

This poem is the perfect captivation of a teenager whose identity is in bloom.  Back when I was growing up, I had no idea that my identity would change many times over as I aged.  I think that makes me appreciate these words all the more.

I Look at Young Girls Now
by Jewel

I look at young girls now
in their tight crushed velour
skin tight sky blue
hip huggers
with the baby doll
tank tops
and I think
I've been there.
God, have I been there.

Sixteen years old and
wrestling with an overwhelming
newfound sexuality.
Parading it in all its
raw and awkward charm.

I had a pair of vintage
burgundy velvet short-
shorts that laced up
the sides
from the 1920's
and I wore them
with a tight leotard
and a plastic faux pearl

showing off all my lanky
leggy blossoming
youth on the verge
of womanhood for all  the
free world to see
with no idea how to keep
a secret, especially my own.

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