Poetry: The Infant Lady By: Fareedah Abdulkareem

The sharp-pleasant sun pecked my plain cheeks this gleeful morn,

The magnetic rays of this perfect circular star patted my tired eyes,

And I, I stand facing my mirror on this blissful morning,

I swell with pride,colours playing on my cheeks,
Unknown joy seeping through my pores,

Oh! My bosom,it has bloomed like a daffodil in the pampered garden😌

My tiny "Vulv" has grown like a lawn filled with curly harmless grasses,

My underarm, it must have tapped a little life from below,with those radiant curls.

I can't explain what change occurred in me,but I hear my mother say, "Gold,you're gonna make the world bow,for thou art a Diana of the eternal century".

I shall unravel the mystery of my gorgeous body when I become a full-groomed Flower.