I’ve always been a cookie cutter girl.
pressed into shapes I never liked.
Rolled and folded into the perfect form.
My face and body configured
to make me look appetizing.
Different shapes every day.
A heart, a circle, maybe a flower.
I’ve learned to keep my edges clean.
quietly abiding by the rules I have been taught.
Melting in the heat, so I turn golden.
I’ve always hated being a cookie cutter girl.
I love it when you call me
by my name.
When you label me.
Like a doll sitting in
the display.
Read out my description.
Learn my characteristics.
I walk a fine line.
Life and death.
Funny and weird.
Smart and dumb.
Waiting for a light breeze to blow me one way.
Will I stay on this line forever?
When will I get off?
It had been
356 days,
8,544 hours,
512,640 minutes,
since March 11, 2025.
It had been
356 days of smiling,
and crying, and yelling,
and laughing, and fighting,
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