The Cult of Girl

Little baby swaddled in cotton 

Crying like she already knew 

How different this world would be 

From the warmth of her mother’s 

Insides 

From the world where no one told her what to do 

Where she could change positions 

Taking a stand early enough 

Stubborn 

Life found her feet first 

Wrestled from her mother 

With a surgical knife and gauze 

She would never know how to girl 

She’d try 

From moving pictures 

To friends  

It all seemed natural to everyone else 

They all seemed to know what to say

What to do 

What stare to give 

Smiles encircled with colour 

Making frozen hearts beat through ice 

She did not know how 

She was ice 

Face seemingly set in stone like a Gargoyle in the day 

Beauty seemingly wasted 

On someone so strange 

Life isn’t all it can be 

For a woman outside the cult of girl.

Author: loladeniyi

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