Girls are bad luck – now girls aren’t strong enough

The arsenal decorates their waste

With slates of cheese and bread filling their bags

While I’m primed and prepped to be proper

Posed in wrap dressed for prepping meals

They scale mountains from the inside

Like the sure way to slay dragons

Gutting their stomachs to fill our own.

While I’ve been told “the darkness will eat you little girl”

That the icy touch of ivory black rope

is a sure way to burn my skin

while I’m here sizzling under my bright ceiling wishing for wind

They come back with blue freckles

While I’m here with sunburn.