Poem Two: To Be A Girl

To Be a GirlWe were born to watch tears in rewind,Wanting them to zoom back up our faces.We were born to kill a man with the word friendNo bullets, just doll, chick and babe.We were born to write poetry in the dark,Embracing only the dusty corners of our mind.When really, we are the metal to the magnetsOf our own desire – gemstones and magpiesAmidst our hallows. - Jennifer PoyntzAll Rights Reserved, Jennifer Poyntz