I went through my photo album
still got the red hair and the green eyes
but nothing else is the same
The picture no longer applies.
I've lost a lot of weight
I've got curves upon my hips
I've finally taken care of
my awfully chapped lips
I'm not the same person
I was a year ago
I'd like to show everyone
Just how much I've been through
I came out of the closet
but only to my friends
I've been trying to let my parents guess
by leaving obvious hints
I don't wear so much black
I don't cut into my skin
I like the outdoors, trees and grass
and I don't sulk about what could have been
I wear subtle green tea perfume
Wash my make-up off each night
it's been almost a year
since I've posted on this site
I don't wear so much eyeliner
underneath my eyes
I don't chase around the boys
I don't tell so many lies
I got rid of the black glasses
and traded them for red
I've worked a lot on drawing
and my writing's been pretty dead
I don't wear bright red lipstick
I don't look anything like before
I don't wear so much baggy close
but I don't dress like a wh.ore
I'm proud, now, of my freckles
My birthmark always shows
And I'm not as self conscious of my pudgy little nose
This poem keeps getting longer
there's so much more that I could say
but I think I'll leave with one more stanza
so you can finish reading this today...
I'm turning into a woman
I've got hips and words and bite
and if any of you want to object
I'll be putting up a fight
