I have empty gaps in my mind
from a time I was so sad
I can’t remember even though I want to
What did I do each day
and how did I get out of bed
and what did I learn in school
These pieces are out of my grasp
and I want to blame you for these sorrows
but I can only blame myself for the bad investment
I just want to be creative
I want to make something with my hands and tongue
That others can see and hear
That they can absorb
I want to inspire, not just be inspired by
I want to be the I in every syllable
I paint my eyes with liner, thick.
I dress in pink.
And I slam my stiletto through every face that calls me a slut or tells me femininity is not power.