Girls
When I was 5, I loved a girl
Genie was her name
She was my very best friend
I know she felt the same
I'd always plant one on her cheek
At the end of play day
That is, until my mother cried:
"You shouldn't behave that way!
She's not a cousin
She's not a sister
She's a girl
You shouldn't kiss her!"
But I love girls
How can this be wrong?
There is no sweeter melody
Calling to me like a Siren's song
Whenever I am with them
I feel like I belong
Precious pretty pearls
Girls
For Danielle White's Contest "My Earliest Memory"
Copyright © Corinne Curcio | Year Posted 2009
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