Window

Artemis

ha
that little sound whittles its own way into my chest
poking and prodding and snickering around and about my heart.

ha

the looks
the stares
they overwhelm me
i am crying inside
fat soppy salties that ache.

part of me wants to scream

fine! fine!
part of me wants to yell
i hate you ALL!
part of me wants to whisper
no.

i don’t say

a word.

they want to fold me up and stuff me in their NO-THING-UN-NORMAL box.

they want to jam me into their skimpy dresses and show me off to the boys.

they want to paint my face to look picture pretty perfect!
they want me to be like them
just like them.

but i am no mirror of society

i am no puppet to be worked by the performer’s hand

I AM NO WISH OF SOMETHING NOT THERE!

i am this imperfect little globe
of truth.

I AM NO MIRROR OF ALL THAT ISN’T!

i am a window
to the real me.

~ Glass Phoenix

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