If I write poetry across my skin
Over and over and over
Will I finally feel as if I have worth?

How are there people
Who only light one candle
To find warmth?
-Honey, in this house I need a bonfire

You thought you could burn me
Char me
Scar me
Oh how funny it was to see you
Trying to ignite
An already burning fire
With a measly match
-stop, you’re just going to hurt yourself

I have a feeling
That someday
Far too young
I will burn
Just
Like
Her
-Mother like Daughter

When I was young
I would spend hours
Braiding and undoing
My thick golden hair
Now that I’ve grown
I pull strands of sunlight
Out of the sky
To braid the golden strings
Into a crown
And claim my rightful place
After all, I wasn’t named Leia for nothing
-waiting to be recognized as a general instead of a princess