You stop me in the hallway
After first period and tell me that you can’t
take me to winter ball cause I’m too flat chested
I locked my door and cried into the tissue
that I used to stuff my bra.
You always hug that girl
who comes to school in heels
so I arched the soles of my feet over the rejection
and the pain wasn’t even worth your attention.
“Why is your hair so short?”
So I burned my ears
before I learned to fold them down
To set things straight,
It’s not short,
But I couldn’t fit it into the ponytail that I could twirl
while you asked me to winter ball.
So in high school
I put glue in my hair
forcing what I wish I was
to be bonded to what I am.
I cried because I thought I was dying
My mom told me that’s just my period
So I laughed with my friends about it
as we bonded over woman things and talked about
losing our virginity
at winter ball.