Snipped off my hair
Dyed it an unnatural color
Broke off the heels of my shoes
Tore off my long sleeves
Ripped a long slit
From my ankle to my upper thigh
Now in possession of my life
My first decree
Swearing off boys and men.
YOU ARE READING
LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
