Roots to the stems to the growing bud
The bud bursts open and a flower it becomes
From the first drop of blood that her body purges
Hail the lady that within herself emerges
A petal over a petal; like a rose
Draping her body is her bodice
Curves and angles the grace she gains
This sensual pleasure to one’s gaze, Hide!
Her emotions are now in a full swing
Her desires are gaining wings
Her growing pride kept in the silk
See what puberty to her brings
Hush the overwhelming words!
Hush what these new desires spurt!
Hush the woman raising in her!
Hush this mere existence!
One step down and the other in mid-air
I will dance until my feet wear
Let my arms guide the winds
Or let them fling in the air
My body sways from left to right
Let it flow with the ocean tide
Breathing in freedom with pride
I am a woman, if not Aphrodite!