Spectrum : Girlhood

G i r l h o o d. every little girl who has dodged the bullet — it was a direct hit, cariño. you just don't know it yet.

my mirror is a family heirloom passed on by my great grandma, 12 years old. my mother & i call it the “nightmare portal” and smash our red lipsticks on the broken glass. 

red looks better, fragile. my mama has taught me. red has been my favourite colour ever since.

a stranger & i, curated playlists over some bruises and tampons until 2 in the morning. 

what are we? 

“he with a S”

s for? suffering.

s for? scandalous.

s for? scapegoat.

To everyone with a double X, it's in your nature to bite off the tongue and swallow it with tears for breakfast. 

What do you want, baby girl? a (teddy) bear or the gallows? Tell me what you want? A pretty purse to carry your severed head? Gourmet lies served on a silver platter? (Fair)ness cream? you're so ugly by the way!

i'm just a girl! just a girl! just a girl! just a girl!

and girls are cruelest to themselves.

we are all sick; slowly decaying; spreading rhizomes of girlhood spectrum — snapping shoots by our neck so no one knows…

i'm just a girl.

and girls are taught to drown in their own venom…