girls. girls.

✗lemonade✗

the ocean of her mind
is a lemonade with
swirls of sourness
that drips like acid
down her cherry lips.

  she doesn't know
when to bite her
tongue or tone
down her roars
into soft whispers
buried under creaking
floorboards.

 she ties tangled vines
with her velvety tongue
and slurps on its
juicy smiles and
when people tell
her that she should
keep her voice down
and drown her desires
behind the curtain of
being "more feminine".

   they would throw words
at her that told her to
let her mouth sink to the
floor and let the bubbles
of ambition pop, she would
tell them with a snap of
fingers that her heels and
her head would never back
down weighed down with
their criticism and their opinions
will never shape into who
she wants to be.    

 she is stronger alone;
girls like her never needed
anyone,
their fingertips alone held
rainstorms.

with a determined smile
and eyes wide and fierce,
she set the town of sour
tongues and candy hearts
ablaze.

she is beautiful;

she is dangerous.