Mooilky

I've always been placing myself in boxes

What do you think of me

What box would be easiest for you to swallow

Small enough that the corners don't snag on your throat

But big enough that you'll notice me

Notice me

Right now 

I'm Cute

Stick a bow on my head

I make the prettiest package

 

Every once and a while

I think about opening myself

Of just taking one of the meat cleavers in the kitchen to the packing tape wrapped around my being

So I can sort through the baggage my parents dropped inside at my conception

 

A long time ago I opened myself and found pleasure

Not the kind that satisfies 

But the kind that my mom told me was a sin

Man was not made to make themselves happy she told me

I wonder then how am i supposed to be happy

 

Which box will make me happy

 

Not the one where I was tomboy

Popular girl felt strange

Bully lasted for a while 

Bullied for even longer

Preppy fit my face like skin

Short girl with the tiny ballet flats and striped polos

Of course she's cute

 

Right now

I'm cute

 

Every box has six faces

People only ever show two or three

 

I don't want anymore faces

None of them let me breathe

And none of them

Make me happy