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Ellen at Eleven
tears come with the first drops
of menstrual blood
she fights so hard cries
mommy I do not want
to grow up my period
too soon and I'm too young
mommy I'm too young
I hold her close and rock her as I
used to do carefully keeping
hands off formed and growing breasts
worry that they'll be too large
whisper to blonde hair
too serious there is no laughter
for us.
at night
she giggles with her friends and whispers
secrets calls her grandma
guess what she says
I've got such a wonderful surprise for you.
By Sonny Wainwright
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