i grew into womanhood rhythmically
the pulse of drums initiated each scoop into my side
each carving of my thighs
the way they shaped into curiousity
the thundering roar of percussion
stamped out the stones of my spine
each quarter note
a yearning for your hands to trace
the drum line
i drew along my back
i grew into womanhood rhythmically
the throbbing of my heartbeat
pacing the fear trickling through my veins
transcribing my trembling limbs
in time with the cadence of my shaking heart
onto your pale condescening skin
i grew into womanhood rhythmically
heart pounding my way into love
through your manipulation
and out of innocence
