I wake up in the morning in a split,
I can afford anything,
I’ll stand on my fists.

I feel free, and I want to live,
I feel irresistible,
clean, letting my hair grow.

I’m grown-up and yet still small,
I’m Pinocchio with a curtain of a nose.

I go viral, trembling as I stand,
I’m the one who won’t give up or bend.