At age 12,
I meet a girl named Poly,
her tongue was sharp as a knife,
questioning everything i said,
she spun my actions into blades and threw them at me,
her eyes a bright red as she told me stories,
stories of a guy named Alexander,
her lips curled at the end of each word,
she says,
Alexander is happy,
He lives in a world greater than your own,
Poly tells me to cut my hair,
at night her voice booms,
telling me who I should be,
but her black hair drips into my veins,
who am I,
i ask her to leave,
i beg her,
but her lips curve into swords and tell me,
she tells me a truth that i fear,
she points a mirror at my crying face,
in the distance i see him,
i see me,
i see Poly,
her name is,
Poly Gendered...