AN ODE TO GIRLHOOD
Girlhood is a prescribed medicine in different colors and tastes Like obedient dogs we wag our tails and remember each and every path we cross Our crystal bodies are said to be hidden in expensive rags and we are asked not to have a thinking mind because it is dangerous. We call each other bitches ,in a voice Soft and fierce like a chocolate cake A cream of love in its piece And sprinkling some awe. You say we girls are complicated like an inverse trigonometric problem, but after drawing a grey portrait in your stupid head that what we should be. We are girls who cry, who bleed who laugh alone. We remember the strange hand offering a sanitary pad in a public toilet, the black eyes of the fifteen year old boy who catcalled us, the song that we heard on our first date and called as ours. And we pretend , Pretend that everything is fine, Pretend a phone call i...