Lush and light
and born in summer
blue and bright
thine eyes of slumber
in clover to be
of citrus and green
with luck of four
but only three.
To gather earth
to turn to fire
a sign that thou
art caught in ire.
From hurricanes
to shining days
The summer heat
and dying rays
The last of August dandelions
turn white and start to flit away
like the leaves turning gold
and warming the heart
of the one that falls deeply.
I will not shave my legs
not because I am against it
but because being myself feels like my own act
of rebellion
I will not quiet down
let the world hear my pride and excitement
but I will not shout
When you get an eyelash in your eye
a wish will fall in with it
each one holds memories
stained with the makeup of your life
if the memory is tainted
with trauma, fear, or pain
The Glass Statue Girl
looks at the world with eyes of shards
moves through life like a river
her figure sluicing across paths of people
who see a clear accessory
The Glass Statue Girl
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