At first she was No.
Now, No was beautiful
And no I’m not talking about that porcelain skin, straight hair thigh gap beautiful.
No was beautiful.
She was herself, and she loved it.
People called her conceited
Their remarks, kryptonite to the hearts we all wore on our sleeves, but hers
Because she was Batman
Always one step ahead
Knowing the difference between selfishness and self respect,
While still looking good.
You see No, was the type of girl everyone publicly hated
but secretly wanted to be
No, was that weirdly odd kid who always sat at the front but spoke the loudest.
No, was always picked last,
but didn’t mind
because they all knew that she was the best at defense
No, was different.
Often seen as an offense
No had to constantly speak her mind, all the time, as if on rewind
because people didn’t like her.
Their disgust only concealing their deeper fear of her.
So one day they trapped her, tried to control her, reform her
She tried to fight back but she was always sent back
to the corner of the room and was told to get over it
As if being herself was just a phase that all kids go through and that she will
A setback, minor mishap in her life, a play in which she had never got the script for
but little did they know
That people never really get over things, they just become better at hiding them.
It was only the second week
and No had already learned to tame her tongue
Her wide eyes and opened palms
Now succumbed to the floor of broken dreams and pockets torn at the seams
Because your not pretty enough -she was told
Because It’s about time you changed- she was told
Because no one, will ever like a No.
The girl that now sits on No’s desk now bombards her ears to death metal, punk
The girl that now sits on No’s desk now tattoos her lips with teeth
The girl that now sits on No’s desk now goes by the name of Yes.
And oh, how people love Yes.