Little girls are exclamation marks:
Me! Trees! Legs! Family! Sunlight! Stomach! Ice cream! Happy! Me!
Until they learn…”Beautiful”, “ugly”, “thin”, “fat”,
And then girls become question marks…
Beautiful enough? Thin enough? Sexy enough? Enough? Enough? Enough?
The question becomes a hunger, a feAR, a TERROR of “no”,
And soon we stop finishing our own sentences because
Half-existence is better than “no” existence.
And what would it take to let us find our exclamation marks again?
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