in the beginning
therell be jewelry
large sunglasses
bare butts
mistakes and owies
ill learn like its chocolate milk
ill sing adrift of keys and meter
ill be paint and canvas and brush
ill tell you as im feeling it
without considering the need to justify
feeling it
ill make more teeth
after the fallout
you won't be able to judge
from my curly locks
and rosy lips
whether to give me the barbie
or the ken
though youll want to
box me up
and gift me
dress me like a tiny cop
with a nerfy nightstick
make muscles out of skin folds
teach me the games
where crying is pacified
where only opposites attract
polarize me
polaroid me
show friends youll have a kid once
you wish were happier
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