corset (first draft)


scraped knees and sidewalk chalk filled our bellies.
Now empty expectations take that place. 
We swallow oppression with a sour look,
but a pretty face.

The corset tightens, three ribs crushed.
And the whalebone cracks as  young girls rip lacey prejudice off their bodies. 

 

crisscross

NY

16 years old

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