Foolish little girl

The girls they used to sing
about the ones who fell
fell down into the dreams
of the lives they never had
the boys they should have kissed
the ones they wish they didn’t
called them marionettes
always light but oh so critical
of regret and so relatable
the girls they used to sing
foolish little girls
doing such predictable things

Things Miss Piggy taught me

Who told you
you couldn’t
who taught you
to ask
who took away
your memory
and stole your
innocence?
Who told you
you were weak
and taught you
you couldn’t?
When did
Miss Piggy
let anyone say
she shouldn’t?
When did we start
priding obedience-
can’t do a thing
unless someone says yes.
How did we get here
telling little girls
to be loud but polite
asking for permission
to start the good fight
pretend that feminism
started it all
sing another empty anthem
another generic pop song
another stupid message
that the world won’t change.
Pretend that you’re strong
while you sell that ass
on stage
don’t believe Demi
and definitely not Xtina
the world keeps on changing
though girls never needed
we already did
the empowerment thing
Spice Girls existed
and so does the British Queen.
Who told you you couldn’t
and why do you need
another fucking person
to tell you your worth it,
write out your life plan
and tell you what works if-
you might play edgy
but the truth often hurts-
who ever told you
you couldn’t thrive?
still you make the choice
to obey and abide-
Miss Piggy taught girls
to work towards
their dreams
to know that success
is where they want to be,
never let Gonzo
get out of hand
accept kicking ass
and loving romance.

Playing house progressively

White bells and wedding cakes
don’t know how long it takes
everything comes to a close
where nothing dies
but everything grows
perfect skies and perfect weather
friends and family gathered together
nothing here but left behind
girls they dreamt now those dreams cry
nothing yet has come to pass
girls turn to women women at last
but all the gardens have grown cold
nothing left they are all alone.

Anti is the new pink

Grimes what a little girl
oh how she loves the world
oh an anti-capitalist
she knows how lucky she is
that fans
don’t really understand
that if
she’s truly an anti capitalist
that she
she’d be doing this
for free
and don’t you say
she has to make a living
you can stay
off the grid away from doing
what you hate
and so passionately
want to destroy
but see she’s playing
with her toys
she’s got a bank account
and cashes checks to pay the bills
she’s investigated
all her boyfriend’s union deals
pretend is fine
but when you take it
quite this far
oh yes you are
a hypocrite in clothe and garb
it’s all the same
you are the company you keep
lovers that you seek
you are an extension of these
because we are
we are what we surround
he hasn’t left this ground-but
my boyfriends like so cool now.

My clouds are lungs

It hurts
silence is deafening
have you ever really
loved me
or am I just dreaming.
This is hell-didn’t know
myself until today
the demon, maiden
and the saint
it burns and takes
the faith away.
It hurts
to hear the sound of
silence
to read the cold
and fractured
messages in the air.

Wake me

Touch me
touch me like you love me
feel me
make me real again today
show me
show me how it feels to breathe
I don’t understand
the meaning of sleep
everything breaks and I am me
a form of a body or something
if my bones shatter
I will not scream
touch me until I can fall to dreams
teach me to human
teach me to be
if I exist
it can be proven
touch me until I feel the movement

Lady on the cliff

She waits in white
upon a cliff
sounds of waves
crashing under it
hair as black as
heart is dead
her lover gone
and liver spent
she waits for him
but it is said
the one she loves
did not cross oceans