Wild Child

Naked she greets this world
so before it dresses her 
she’ll run free
a wild child 

before she is told     
by the same world 
her body is 
not her own 
but owned

by that voice that repeats 
“you are 
not enough”
it repeats it repeats it repeats 
until it beats her 
to the ground 

blessed she meets this world
yet every morning 
she is now adorned
in suffocating cloth   

she mourns the wild child inside her 
which it shields