'Girls'
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Nana always told me dress for the occasion
Now we dress like princesses to go kill kings
We smile and lace up our corsets
Laugh and sharpen our blades
Nana always told me dress for the occasion
Now we dress like princesses to go kill kings
We smile and lace up our corsets
Laugh and sharpen our blades
Her next challenge is flooding right in front of her
And the rough stones tremble underneath her feet
You know...
I have this craving
They say at my age
That a base, hormonal
Rage
Is basically part of
The teenage package
“Hi I’m Gisselle! What’s your name?”
“I’m izzy!”
“I think you’re really pretty can I have your number?”
The first interaction with the girl of my dreams.
You saw me through the sea of rainbow flags,
I was okay onceI was able to make friends I was just a girlNow I am a broken girlI was happyI was braveI was just a girl Now I am a broken girl I was normal I was able to sort my feelings I was just a girl Now I am a broken girl I am not okayI am
You couldv'e been somebody
You know,
I don't tell them I am ashamed
Shame is a bad thing
You know,
It keeps you down
For those who do not belong here,
But are here
My skinny arms,
When I was about ten years old,
I only thought about playdates and school,
iCarly and Clarie's,
I never thought I would feel so different towards another girl.
In my highschool senior year,
I made a new friend,
i feel nothing
as he puts his arm around my shoulder
except for maybe discomfort
i don't understand
why doesn't it make me feel excited or loved
like the media says it should
Dear girls,
I just wanted to write you to say I’m sorry
for putting things in your head
you shouldn’t have listened to the things I said
Why do we do this stupid little dance?
It's very well coordinated and I know the steps by heart
But you don't seem to understand that with each twist and turn we destroy what we have
It's broken down into simple steps
As I play with your tiny toes and teeny hands,
I can’t help but think of the future at hand.
These little toes will soon walk,
In lands where all kinds of people talk.
Dear Heterosexual Boys,
Why do you think it’s okay to play with a girl’s heart?
What made you think that you were more important in the relationship?
I am an anglerfish,
Fishnets stuck in between my teeth,
One-liner hooks spilling
From bleeding gums.
Anglerfish rely on a light to attract prey,
