Literally just a girl girlhood is the greatest gift and biggest curse
Featured is a collection poetry & one work of prose that I created to showcase my feelings about girlhood.
Contents
Cotton Candy Brains
1. COVID-19 (contracted from men) 2. idk/idc3. Orange Love 4. inner child 5. words to her 6. holding on 7. untitled8. goodbye girlhood 9. graveyard of girlhood 10. Prose11. playlist12.
Cotton Candy Brains
how does it feel to simply not care to pretend you understand when your mind isn’t there
it’s like you have a cotton candy brain all your thoughts dissolve with just a taste of my somewhat pretty face
✩ my mind’s just a maze my life’s just a phase
“forget me not” is a phrase he loves me he loves me not this isn’t ok
goodbye goodnight good day i wish you wouldn't forget me but you have cotton candy brains.
COVID-19 (contracted from men)
i’m
so sick throwing up my insides trying to achieve vulnerability do you even see me being sick over You my insides ache with each shake but I never get sick so you must be a disease a new type of virus
idk/idc
my souls unsure of how to live each word etches itself into my heart illegible hieroglyphics
literacy finding its way into my heart
I don’t know what I want I can’t express what I need crying my tears watering the earth flowers burst does anyone see the beauty I bring?! How Do You Live with no idea of How To Be but at least i’m somewhat pretty
Orange love the white parts imitate the veins in my heart they move and then fall apart as your fingers unpeel me as you embrace me you tear my skin, my walls come down as you try to taste me you press too hard and the juice becomes my tears ripe and wet you take out the white bits as a “token to me” but my flesh is all bloody and red from your so called orange love
inner child
If you were to cut me in half
She’d fall out
Her skin shimmering
Her eyes holding dreams
Inner child bleeding
You take a blade, splitting me in half
Among the guts, blood, and pain
She emerges
Her dreams
Untouched
Her innocence
Unblemished
Her heart Unscarred
If you cut her in half
Nothing would bleed
You will hate yourself For not being able to truly bloom In a garden much too harsh for you
A flower in the driest desert
A woman in a man’s world words to her
Holding on She holds on Drowning in my tears
Her teeth sink in my skin
This hunger is desperate
Teeth piercing the meat
The man often asks me what it means to be Free
Honestly it’s dirt
Six feet deep
The ground gives you kisses when no one else will
The bugs kiss your bones
Flesh rotting at will
An inner child comes alive
To hold, to hunger, to cry In living it dies goodbye
Sometimes i wish to experience love
If only so my writing would be Better
So that i could create stories
That leaf off pages
Worlds ripped from the heart
To create a real work of Art
But i am dull
Like a bud not yet bloomed I have no idea
Innocently trapped and safe untitled
But at least my soul’s not ripped out of the shell that Keeps me in place
Goodbye girlhood
My youth’s almost gone
Like a river that’s dried
My skin’s lost its glow
My eye’s their shine
No one’s had my heart
But it chips with time
Sometimes I cry because I’ve Lost my youth, but never been young
My love’s a performance
A place of survival
To feel somewhat alive
w h i l e t h e b l a d e o f m y t h o u g h t s
c a r v e
o u t m y h e a r t
i n t h e b a c k o f m y m i n d
Being a woman is reading between the lines
When you were “supposed” to be illiterate
Femininity a drug getting high off validation
Patriarchy the price, the commodity of this nation
I pay forgetting what it means to
Be a women
To hold life in your skin
A glimpse of Creator within creation
Graveyard of Girlhood
I want to be buried in Lisa Frank stickers, I want my bones to decompose among the glitter, and tape Vibrant colors that jump off the page
Don’t bury me in the dirt, bury me with stickers that remind me of summer days
Creating a colorful page
Seal my coffin with a kiss ♥
And do my makeup with gel pens
The ink seeping below my skin
Staining the bones that will last after my flesh is gone
My bones filled with pink hearts and stars
And decorate my coffin with beads, the sunlight will hit my coffin creating rainbows
The glass beads will shimmer in the moonlight
And at my funeral please bring a rose, in the coffin it goes
The singular rose will be a token of your love, and under the stickers and beads and roses
The ink etched on my bones
My body will decompose
And when I'm nothing more than bones
Sing me the song we’d sing when we were young
At the top of our lungs
And the wind will carry the song to my grave
