throw up a fist & shout

today, mary asked me
if i had a boyfriend

to which i replied ‘no’

how could this be, she said

you
are

so
pretty

then she told me
it was better this way
because he’d probably

cheat on me

anyway

mary was 9-years-old

& bri was in the background singin’

“we in the bed like oh-oh-oh-oh

-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

-oh-oh…”

oh my god, i think

these girls
have barely
hit puberty

& yet they know
the role
they’ve been told
they are destined
to play

when they
are meant
to be toying with
their own
destiny

& everything they
see + hear + repeat
makes them think
they don’t have a say

the wife
…or the whore?

the thrill
…or the bore?

don’t you go
settling
for these options
anymore

i wanna say

mary & bri
mary & bri

your life
is not yet written

don’t you see?

change the story

flip the script

write

new

lyrics

the mold
you were made for
does not yet exist

& if
they try
to tell you otherwise

may you throw up a fist & shout

just try
& trap me
i will resist

the mold
i was made for
does not yet exist

the mold
you were made for
does not
yet
exist

(featured image by giuseppe milo)

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