You were a first world passport
I was a third world country...

It all starts when they say “It’s a girl”
They give you pink, give you glitter...

Women like us do not settle,
we know how to give huge amounts...

I know,
I don't do this often...

It is not that someone directly tells you that you...
you grow up and its not that you weren't pretty...

My family is full of wounds,
that fill me with words...

Anytime we make a plan,
time sits laughing in a corner...

Honestly,
I don't want...

There was this one time I was late for history...

Yes,sweetheart I know
that I've failed many times...

I caught a glimpse of you yesterday,
on the corner of a one way street...

Sometimes life is a stubborn
13-year-old. One that doesn't...