Growing Up

A blue moon
Comes once a month
In the heart of a
Little girl.

With the biggest eyes
Like scoops of chocolate
Plopped down in
The mouth of men.

What an influence
They are.
With hands like
Warriors that squeeze

Until florid veins
Burst from sensitive skin.
And those chocolate eyes
Turn into holes as black as Lucifer.

A transition comes
Where little red eggs
Seep into her panties.
What have they done?