when i was a little girl

with hair the color of red molten gold

i whispered my secrets into the sandy at beaches

and made earrings out of ivy leaves

but when i was older than twelve

it suddenly became clear that my secrets

were only good for gossip

and i needed gold hoops in my ears

because i was a woman then

~i never asked to grow up

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