To the girl going on fourteen
They’ll say you can’t
Put on your left shoes
Write with your left hand.

But it was never them, just us
That I should dare to be anything

I’ll use scissors to cut away- pretending
those howling polls

March while they are fasting
Stay awake but watch them sleep
In your veins, don’t push more blood
But fire- thrashing upon the floors

The ocean will come, the mountains will clap its hands
They’ll say you can’t
But it was never them, just us