Adults Don’t Kiss

I shan't become a big girl
I shan't become an adult
You never become a big girl
Big boy
You never become big
Until you love

You never become big
Until you sense the scent in the cents of the decent but recent reason
The century hasn't begun having wet dreams yet
You never become an adult
Or when do you become truly big?

When you start needing a shaving gel?
Why you start cat walking?
When you start switching from ballet shoes to heels?
When you start moaning in lonely desire?
When do you grow?
Do you grow or low?
Do you grow down low?
Do you grow or groan?

Birth controls
Oh I love birth controls
I love how they taste when they dissolve in water
Unlike Rohypnol which has got no mother-blessing taste
But the Precise point is
When do you grow?

I would not become a big girl
Until I get to save a mango from over-ripening
I do not become a big girl
Until I save a crocodile from suffocating
I shall not become a big girl
Until I man it up enough to kiss the man I love
Rock the dance mock
Mop the dance rock
Telling him how I feel
I would never become an adult
If I would never kiss the man I love

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The chick is in love... duh (the poetic personae, not necessarily myself)