Sugar Cane


“Men do not know that the soul of her was a growing thing that ripened too soon.”
-Jean Toomer

The curves developed
Before she learned that men
Aren’t entitled to ride them
Just because they ask nicely
Or buy her trinkets or treat her
To dinner

No one ever told her that
“No” was allowed to be part
Of her vocabulary
And that she was worth
More than stolen moments

So no one ever noticed
The dimming light in her eyes
That signaled
The shriveling of her soul
And the hard pit that
her love became


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