another batch of poems:
it’s time i stop waiting on you
just think how many dandelion wishes
i’ve wasted on you
i thought ‘womanhood’ meant
blood spilling between my thighs,
lipstick the same shade of crimson,
boyfriends and sparkling champagne.
i hurry home before it gets too dark,
i clutch keys between my knuckles.
[remember to use the public restroom in a pair,
just in case, just in case.]
i report accounts daily for unwanted dick pics,
i bite my tongue as a catcaller whistles,
daring the older man across the street
to look me in the eyes.
i find imperfection in every inch of my skin,
i am told it is my stomach is a distraction,
because, “boys will be boys”.
glancing over one shoulder and
eating disorders and
pervy math substitutes,
on my 13th birthday,
my mother bought me pepper spray.
this is womanhood.