The sea, endless, magnificent blue
Reminds me of your deep swirling eyes
Looking at me with mischievous love
Reflecting the big, open skies

The stars of the dark night
Remind me of the scars dotted on your skin
Painting your body in loose touches
Polaroids of everywhere you've been

The Sun, in its bright glory
Reminds me of your smile
Radiating, powerful, from cheek to cheek
Sadly, I haven't seen it in a while.

And finally, I must say, my love
I realize, as I finish this verse
Before, I saw the universe in you
*Now, I see you in the universe

Dear society,

Stop trying to sober us up.
We’re young and bright
and beautiful and loud.
We will light up every
corner of every room
and still shine brighter
than the sun.

Stop telling us to cover up.
We will wear little black dresses
and bright red lipsticks,
leave lip-stains all over
your precious little world
and look so good doing it
that you’ll have to look away.

Stop telling us to slow down.
We live and love with so much
power and strength that we
cannot stop for you
or anyone, for that matter.
Every day is our day
and the world, our oyster.

Stop telling us we’re useless.
One day, we’re going to run the world
for you; going to be soldiers, doctors
writers, artists, speakers of the truth
and the truth is that we’re alive
and strong and here, and
you cannot control us.

From impatient, beautiful, and exuberant young girls everywhere.

Whenever someone asks me
"what have you learnt in life?"
I always give them the same answer
"Ask me in ten years"
Ask me when I've lived enough
And have learned enough to share
Ask me when I'm not fifteen
And heartbroken over the silliest of things
When I'm not constantly shifting between loving myself
And hating myself
When I'm not uncomfortable being myself
And not comfortable being invisible
Ask me when I'm not fifteen
For fifteen Is when you laugh
And dance and sing and fly.
So ask me in ten years
And  I'll have lived enough
And learned enough
*to share

I am a regular person
Except I'm not

I am a dreamer of impossible dreams
I am a singer of heartsongs
I am a dancer in the skies
Between the moon and the twinkling stars

I write bad poetry
because I enjoy it
I draw simple pictures
because they're not as intimidating...

...as drawing a face
or a sun shining
or the night sky
But I do

I draw the night sky
the stars and the sun
Unfathomable worlds
On the back of my hand.

Or in the corner of my mind
As I sit in my class
Or dream at night
Or when I'm reading a good book.

I am a regular person
*Except I'm not