kryptOnite

kryptonite • 57

to the girl inside of me
it's been a while and i still remember
your pink tutu skirt and its white ribbon
that you stole from the drama class on 5th grade
you put it on, your hands were shaking
nervously looked in the mirror
to find a pretty reflection of yours
so you started spinning around
twirling on the imaginary dance floor
you smiled because you knew it

i still remember
your first red lipstick and purple eyeshadow
that you took from your mom's drawer
you let them tint your innocent bare face
nervously looked in the mirror
to wonder how pretty a spiky-haired kid could be
so you started touching the person in front of you
synching in Aphrodite's heartbeat
you smiled because you knew it

i still remember
the illusion you drew inside your paper heart
chest, waist, and something down there that you couldn't find
"whose body is this?" you frustratedly screamed
you were trapped in someone's
your dad yelled, your mom cried,
"repent!" they said, but you asked why
there was this girl dying in your ribcage
you cried because you knew it

why is this wrong?
why should they be ashamed?
why can't i be me?

to the girl inside of me
i'm sorry for letting you die
because i was told to grow up,
and be someone they could call a man.

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