"Girlhood" by Khloe Kuckelman
Girlhood
Girlhood managed to evade me in my adolescent years, the little bitch,
but I finally caught her red-handed,
rifling through the free condoms and tampons
in the high school bathroom.
Paralyzed and deer-eyed against the seafoam green tiles,
she still manages to glow with pretty innocence,
as if she hasn’t neglected me since I was
torn from my mother’s womb.
I have lost more time to my incessant hunt for Girlhood
than I care to admit, and though I am a
bitter woman with very little redeeming qualities,
I believe I am owed compensation
for the memories of deprivation that should have been epics of connection.
For the missing tutus and my absent femininity—
I believe I am owed Girlhood, and now that I have captured her,
she will not be pried from my bloody hands.