Wednesday, September 16, 2009

DANCING TEEN?

She was looking at her reflection
Focusing on aspects of her composition
She swayed her hips tantalizingly
Wriggled her bottom suggestively
Smiling coyly appreciatively
Pre Madonna now
Thanks to Channel O and MTV
I know how that feels, but then I was twenty
She…
She can’t be more than ten
Yet going on thirty

Her mouth formed an impressive pout
Picture perfect for any magazine
She sauntered about cooing and singing
Oh touch my body - let me be your sexy thing
Her hands caressing her sides
Seeing that she caught her idols moves with pride
I know how that feels, but then I was twenty
She…
She can’t be more than ten
Yet going on thirty


How she dropped it like it’s hot
Dropped jaws is what she got
Not just from appreciative friends, among them older experienced men
She has no clue, what her moves can drive depraved men up to
Her hands on her barely visible growing chest
Little girl thinks she is a great dancer at best
I know how that feels, but then I was twenty
She…
She can’t be more than ten
Yet going on thirty


Girl don’t grow up too fast
Find yourself get some class
Grow your mind, something to last
Yes have fun but don’t get swayed
Know enough not to get played
Find your identity; let it be strong in God
And not in MTV
I know how it feels
but then I was twenty
Little girl stay your age, don’t run for going on thirty

The Girl Next Door

I heard her crying
Heard a creak of a doorknob
Crying from a room next door
Sounds of muffled sobs
At times whimpering no let me go
More tears
Her crying
Next door

I saw her walking
Dressed in her school uniform
A picture of a sad broken beauty
Her eyes clear like cleaned windows
She tried smiling
Though not with her eyes
So accustomed to crying
This girl next door

She should be playful
This girl next door
She acts old and doleful
Like there is nothing to live for

She eyes her peers acting all grown up
She seems troubled why their game is so charmed
So young yet loosing her pup
Such games for her no longer childlike her heart pumps alarmed

Who made her soulful?
This girl next door
As her whimpering reaches my corridor
My room, my core
Oh no, awake from this dream
This girl
Who is she, was she, is she?
I let out a scream
Me!
Memories stream