Coming of Age
By julie_anne_fidler
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Peel back my blouse
Pull back my hair
Study the sullen face
Of the woman standing there
The image is wounding
In the reflective glass
When I stare into me
I can't help but see the past
No one chased me
No one sought me
When love came calling
All of my instincts fought me
You call me beautiful
I don't know what's going on
I want to reach for you
But I'm ashamed to respond
Peel back my fear
Pull back my rage
Let me let go this time
In this coming of age
The image is wounding
In the reflective glass
I want to love you more
And leave my shame in the past
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