Girls

I want to be your paper doll

Sew Everything 

Tape it up

Strap it on 

Glue it to my skin. 

Modeling became my best prize to win

They saw the people dying for beauty 

Transforming their bodies so drastically 

Shaping them like marble, bone and paper.

I became jealous 

Of eyeliner fonts written in silver on the magazine cover

The bullets as shiny as their highlighter

You can Hear their shots in the streets

Slipping sleeping beauty into them like Rophys in their plastic asses

Sweating glasses of rubbing alcohol. 

I may not like the taste but i always drink it all. 

 

Respectable

She enjoys dressing modestly,

Her skin is not an accessory

She has money enough to be comfortable 

But not enough to be classy

Shes sassy

And intellectual 

And everything my grandma would neglect was hers 

She cherishes

Clean fingers and dirty work boots

Under collared shirts 

Not v line neck lines

Pale skin

Cleavage like coke lines

Cleaving the clothes line

Broke

From the rape weight of your unconsensual far too conventional shopping date...

Respectable

 

Be a lady,

Silent

Seen and not heard

Fuck it 

Speak and be heard

I care about your words

Your worlds 

The perfect paradoxes you create over breakfast,

Pray for the body of my grandmothers daughter

Close the casket it’s my bedtime.

Grandma your pearls don’t fit my feminist neckline 

My words are too thick for their polished white droplets

Small enough to fit through the ideal feminine eyelet.

 

Healthy 

Something I’ve never seen 

A beautifully encapsulated dream

An innovation like the steam engine chugging through my subconscious 

As I watch perspective lovers chugging beers in college 

Spending daddy’s wallet on cocaine and nail polish 

Selfish 

No. 

Retract that application or face denial 

Because I’m worth more than a Xanax and a nail file 

I have worth that rivals worlds of hatred and petty problems 

Lips breasts

Tits mouth

Words and slang 

That fits the pouch of tobacco my uncle spits from. 

 

I want to be a powerful mom 

A loving wife 

With a steady job

Because you can take that love is love sticker peal it of its paper and stick it to my skin

My own mind can be powerful and meaningful again

I’ve seen people dying for Hollywood causal infidelity

Messy 

Dishonest and lacking integrity 

But my love is 5 demential

Smart, Respectful, caring, funny, and consensual. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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