Sep 01
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sledoM

Long legs eating tissues
Available since they know she will cry
Full of deceitful friends and still starving
How many carbs to kill a career?

It's only twenty-one, as old as when she started
This dieting shit is becoming quite cathartic
If she won’t have plastic surgery
she might be out of a job by thirty-three

Say you've had enough
We might believe you
Say you've given up 
And we won't let you

she might slip away
But at least she’ll be pretty
Beauty wasn't born to stay
OH WELL!
she’s too bitchy anyways
 
Aug 31
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was/n't

Thank god I wasn’t born
In 1934
To set the dining room table 
serving mister corporate job

I would be 81
When they finally announced the news
Would have already be trapped in 
Been a housewife has-been

Feminist fatalities
And climate change catastrophes
Chemical attacks
Never get my teen years back
Lived through four wars by 1999
Lost my best friend crying on the front lines

Then again I was born
In 2004
To be in debt because of college
On track to be an alcoholic

I was 11
When they finally announced the news
Naive and confused
At least that’s what they assumed

School shooting fatalities
And climate change catastrophes
Terrorist attacks
Never get my teen years back
Lived through a war, lasted longer than I was born
Heard my friend killed herself didn’t shed a tear

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