mrs kite

mrs kite Mar 2015

It's No Fall Out Boy Title, But It'll Do

This is to the camera, that sees me as nothing but
Delicate bones and pearly whites
My essence captured through awkward captions and
My worth measured by likes and heart bytes
A photograph carefully composed
Of a girl with her true thoughts [boxed up tight]

This is to the boys who see me as nothing but
Geometric shapes
Circles and curves and parabolas
**** and *** and legs and waist
And an irrelevant concave where my brain should be
My “radical ideas” make me a butterface

This is to the academy, that sees me as nothing but
3.97 and a good SAT score
A scholar of great potential
That will donate millions or more
As an honored alumni
Of the greatest institution in the world

This is to society, that sees me as nothing but
A golden gal who always colored inside the lines
Mrs. Goody-Two-Shoes, no fire in my soles

“She’s never insubordinate, ‘cause she’s never been inclined”
Determined but docile
Go ahead and assume I’m not the rebellious kind

This is to myself, because I see that
My mind is a kaleidoscope of technicolor dreams
Ideas colliding like specks in sunbeams
And I’ll call myself a feminist or riot grrl if I **** well please
You are not my dictator or an office label machine
It’s 2015; I’ll be whatever the hell I want to be.

Mar 2015

Helen

Socially Dysfunctional

Situations that leave me cold
are crowds and empty rooms
Chances are, I have to talk to someone
or there's too much room to move

Situations that leave me cold
are I have to make conversation
That avenue has been closed to me
for too many years to mention

Situations that leave me cold
are I turned to no one, not standing
next to me
and everyone else, not in the room
sees me standing, so lonely

I don't believe in myself,
I rarely believe in another
Situations teach me
it's a path that's fraught with danger

Maybe the lesson is to distract us
I lack the generic gene
that wants to please
someone who habitually needs it
But I'll never lack in empathy
for those that involuntarily bleed it

Situations that cause me pain
roll freely from your social form
Easily do you butterfly,
under a cloudless sky
While I battle to anchor in the tempest
of an angry, raging storm

From uncaring to ambivalent to antisocial to just not giving a ****... It's not any of the above, it's fear...

mrs kite Mar 2015

Cultural Roundhouse

I don’t know which spoon to use
Or where to put my shoes

I don’t know which hand to shake
Or how to drink my soup

I don’t know which cheek to kiss
Or if I need to bow

I don’t which blouse I should be wearing
Or which holy psalm to recite

I have never been able to make small talk
Or make people feel at ease

I don’t even know my biological traditions
How will I ever learn these?