When I made funny faces
and the boys laughed
at me naturally
I thought
they were laughing
with me for so long
When I thought
to show off my ballet skills
to help them understand
my saute they laughed
but I wasn’t making a face
I wasn’t normal
my brain still doesn’t
process what IS
in time with the world
then they told me to move
off the couch
told me I wasn’t worthy
when i bit back
they called me out
as a dog
and then they labeled
me The Model
for not knowing my place
in the backround
i tried to get smaller
but my mouth wouldn’t
listen she was so pissed
but I wasn’t ready yet
words came without confedence
so the bigger
the louder my mouth
became the smaller I felt
honesty,
I’m still fighting this war
against my mouth
for talking before my body
and against my body
for thinking she should
be backround
and so
to breathe
