Sweet Sixteen
Sweet Sixteen Well, you can't say they didn't try. Mamas never mentioned menses. A nun screamed: you vulgar girl don't say brassieres say bracelets. She pinned paper sleeves onto our sleeveless dresses. The preacher thundered: Never go with a man alone ever alone and even if you're engaged only passionless kisses. At sixteen, Phoebe asked me: Can it happen when you're in a dance hall I mean, you know what, getting preggersi and all that, when you're dancing? I, sixteen, assured her you could
Sweet Sixteen Well, you can't say they didn't try. Mothers never talked about periods. A nun yelled: you rude girl don't say bras say bracelets. She attached paper sleeves to our sleeveless dresses. The preacher shouted: Never go out with a man alone ever alone and even if you're engaged only kisses without passion. At sixteen, Phoebe asked me: Can it happen when you're at a dance hall I mean, you know what, getting pregnant and all that, when you're dancing? I, sixteen, assured her you could