Sweet Sixteen

Sweet Sixteen

Beautiful, and peculiar she is,

Attractive, like honey, is to bees,

Charming, her looks truly are,

Holding spellbound, all eyes that behold her.


Like a flower, she has blossomed all over,

Little wonder, how boys now hover,

Each trying to have a feel at least,

Of this damsel that seems unable to resist.


The little girl we used to know,

Is all grown with all the glow,

Possessing curves in the right places,

One that everyone notices.


But please when you see her,

Help me tell her,

That she's just sixteen,

Not an adult but still a teen.


Tell her that being a teen is cool,

But there is a need to be very careful,

For there are wolves in sheep's clothing,

Who seek to deceive, destroy and reduce her to nothing.


When you see her,

Tell her she's the king's daughter,

So she should behave as one,

And from all that'll displease her father, the King, let her run.


Let her know that those boys don't love her,

For lust is all they feel for her,

And  if for once with her, they have their way,

Far beyond reach, would they go away?


Tell her she's precious,

Tell her that within her lie treasures,

Tell her to keep herself,

Tell her not to defile herself.


Tell her to keep her virginity,

Let her hold on to purity,

And maintain her chastity.

© Rejoice James Jev

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When my pen bleeds, expressions are kept close to my heart, and as it bleeds the words from deep within through my writings, I discover I have created art. I display a piece of my soul. This is my work, my blood, and it should be an object of pride, no matter how much it is criticized or praised.