The Scent of a Woman

From a child's eyes.

The Scent of a Woman

from a child’s eyes


My daddy…

…parades women in
front of me;
brings them around for
me to see.

He smiles a lot when
they come by;
gets a special look
in his eye.

They smell so good and
they smile too.
He has a lot. He
has a slew.

They never stay for
very long.
They realize they
don’t belong.

I guess girls are just
for our fun.
Who me? I’m twelve. I’ve
just begun.

I’ll play and play, and
when I’m through,
I’ll go out and find
someone new.




***Author’s notes: ***

This was written intentionally from a boy’s perspective, hence the childlike tone.

It’s a tragedy that boys are being brought up to believe this, but it happens more than we think.