by Kaeli Behr
Oh sweet girl,
Who has made you this way?
Who has torn the frill from your dresses
And laced shut your eyes?
Who has pulled tightly
The strings of your corset
Constricting the movements of your heart?
My love, does it still beat?
In that hollow hollow chest
That desperately tries to fold itself
Into the shape of your soul
Trying to match it-
But like pottery it cracks under the strain of transformation.
And who can blame them?
For gluing your pieces back together
As you were before
As what they thought you had been
Into what they decided to remember.
Your shape is not defined, sweet girl.
By the curve of your smile
Or the wrinkles by your eyes.
Oh sunshine, those wrinkles mean you’re tired
Of beaming light onto those around you
Who shines light for you?
You’ve been smiling for so long
Not to mask your pain but to force it into submission
Hiding the repeatedly failed mission beneath your ribs
Time and time again.
You twist your heart
And time and time again
They grab the glue
Just leave me broken.
Who did this to you?
Who took away your t-shirts
And wrapped your body in pink and pearls?
Who constricted your heart so tightly?
They forgot what it means to fix.
They made you a doll.
Not a girl.
Who put you back together all wrong?
Please show me the shape of your soul.
Do you know what it looks like?
Oh sweet boy,
Your heart still beats.