Girl You’ll Be a Woman Soon (A Neil Diamond Song)


It’s not about chastity belts
Or pledges of perennially-crossed legs

It’s not about how big the pom-poms
On her chest are, that cheer on anatomy lessons

Nor is it about the hemlines – the maxi and the mini –
That lift effortlessly to Aeolus’s pouts

It’s all about how she welds adamantine
In to her heart walls and still seal it with jello

And she needs to know
She can be anything she wants to be
Paint her heart with any color
Any flavor, even the sweetness of fruit sugar.

And she owns every muscle, tendon,
Ligament or sheath that defines her. A body
That needs no levies to exist,
Like a battered cheek, moisture-prone eyes
Compulsive immodesty

Or even for that matter; Love.


Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Poet of the unmechanical, unconstraint and unconditional, dreamer of near-perfection, lover of creativity, a man nearing the halfway mark of his life journey with mirth and sorrow, in that admixture of accidents and the muscle of anthropogenic fate, fighter of freedoms especially privacy, versatile sportsman, habitual humor artist, sporadic quotesman, man of science with curiosity as the fourth eye and perennial renaissance man who easily encounters boredom only to find something new to inspire.

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