maelynslavik

Why can’t I be both 

Why can’t I like

Crop tops 

And still support

Women’s rights

Why can’t I wear makeup 

And still think 

All bodies

Are beautiful 

Why is it bad

People see me run 

towards the sun

but they don't see

what I’m running from.

I chase one high after another,

picking up the pace to outpace the monster

but when dusk comes

The little girl sat in her swing

blond curls the way they are before

you grow up the everywhere I don't care

it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight

a throne for a flower crown.