Gali

I want to hold 

Both a pen and a sword, 

To find struggle within my words, 

To make pain drip from the ink, 

Trickling onto my palms, 

Beauty isn't perfection

It isn't when you look like a model

For a fancy brand;

It is rooted in your heart,

Golden sprouts peaking from the glands,

Little silver blossoms opening,

Proudly standing tall,

Spring is a blossom crushed 

Unbeknownst to you, in your clammy palm. 

It’s a season made of glass, 

Fragile, disintegrating 

Like the April showers filling 

Cracks in the pavement. 

I dreamed 

I was the sun 

over the shimmering sea 

illuminating everything 

perfectly 

This isn't a "see you in three months"

Because I'm not coming back

This isn't a "goodbye for now"

At least not all the goodbyes are that temporary,

This is a "I'll be back on Alumni day"

i don't always like being a girl 

it's hard 

always making sure my hair is in place 

i can't dress so all my curves can be seen

but i can't wear xxL

i don't want to be wrong