Gali

I write with a knife

It cuts into my heart

Spilling it onto the paper

My emotions

My thoughts

Painted with blood

Once I start

There is no stopping

I bleed

Begging for someone

My mind is a car

On a highway

Racing

Zooming

Going faster and faster

My mind is a plane

In the air

Full of chatter

Zipping across the sky

My mind is a train

On a track

I learned to swim

When I was young

I learned

Freestyle

Breastroke

And butterfly

Now here I am

Years later

And all I know

Is how to sink

How to drown

How to go deeper

To be a girl

Is to constantly live

With the knowledge

That people think

You are worth nothing

To be a girl

Is to be on guard

At every second

And never ever

Let it down

To be a girl

I picked out a dress

It was cute

With little bows on the straps

I felt good in it

Apparently

It wasn’t appropriate 

Because