The girl’s heroes have taken their own lives.
We’re left with sewn lips and model lines.
The place for us: we are seen and not heard.
Refine your look but don’t utter a word.
We tear our hairs out one by one.
We make meals out of fingernails.
Your brain could be of better use that food for worms.
Spit out the pills, lay down the knife.
Cut loose the noose, don’t swing tonight.
Close the oven door, shut off the gas.
Throw out the stones that fill your pockets.
How can I settle for your suicide note when I know you can write better than that?
We need to see that you’ve made a place for all the girls who want to be more than seen.