Only Us

yoga-pose

To the girl going on fourteen
They’ll say you can’t
Put on your left shoes
Write with your left hand.

But it was never them, just us
Smelling desperation on their lips
That I should dare to be anything but different

This time, I’ll use scissors to cut away the grease
Between those howling souls

March while they are fasting
Stay awake but watch them sleep
In your veins, don’t push more blood
But fire- thrashing upon the floors

The ocean will come, the mountains will clap its hands
They’ll say you can’t
But it was never them, just us

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