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.