dandelions

This is for everyone

Who has criticized

The body of a child:

You have taken everything from me.

Today 

An eleven-year-old girl

Is sitting in a hospital bed

When I lean against my grandma 

On the green couch 

She talks about things that used to be 

Does that mean 

When I’m her 

My grandkids won’t understand 

You look like a poem 

I wrote at night 

the stars are trapped inside 

those eyes of yours 

and I can't seem to look away 

You look like a poem 

I wrote at night 

Is this what it feels like?

To not be considered human?

To be some invalid,

Invisible thing

That almost nobody wants?

Is this what it feels like?

To be rejected and turned away?

Dolls, who you dress up in pink and white, 

dolls, who you take to the park or on a flight, 

dolls, who are made of plastic and cloth, 

they are always so girly, never unique or even goth.