I’m walking up to the convenience store wearing a pink shirt, it’s suspicious, where’s my MAGA hat, guys don’t do pink, guys are blue jeans, I walk faster–a couple follow

You burn my rainbow because you are jealous that you only see black and white. No tinted windows. No calm tone. Just a lot of shade thrown as I wish

A man, of course, it is always a man, once told a child, a boy, I was teaching to stop being distracted by my breasts. The boy, the child, wasn’t,

A MAN ONCE TOLD ME TO STOP TYPING IN ALL CAPS; I AM TOO LOUD EVEN WHEN I AM NOT SPEAKING. GIRL IS SUPPOSED TO CHOKE ON THE WORD, IS

they growl and circle like hungry wolves ready to devour, but what they don’t know is i am the moon’s daughter; they think they will surrender my rainbow heart to