Shit rant poems

Wow you can tell she listens to hozier and likes astrology posts on instragram

Wow look at her
Short hair
Black tumblr glasses

Blue snapback hat

She must be a lesbian

Check her liked posts
They'll all be about Star signs even if she can't tell a fire from an earth rising

Basic gay habit I guess

But

Geez get a load of that

Bluetooth headphones
Can't have cost more than $40
But she wouldn't have a clue either
Bet she listens to shit music
Bet she would prefer it on vinyl
Bet it wouldn't even have lyrics

Betcha she still hums along
Bet you she wishes she could play like that
Bet you she listens to 80s when she's sad
Bet you she knows every lyric

Jesus look at her face
Stern as it stares outside the bus window
Which of course
Is dewy, is aesthetic
I think I can see the gleam in her eye
The shine of the bog man himself
Bet you she's listening to hozier
Bet you she thinks that her god is dead,
the wasteland beautiful,
if dead her body would be missing for a week,
that no grave can hold her down

and that she is so fucking invincible

Invincible against everything

I'll prove this incontrovertibly too

Like
Look at her hair
Just like her brothers

Look at her clothes
Ragged hand me downs from his truly

But they're her armour

See people will catcall a girl of twelve
If she dresses like how she is

A fucking child in her pretty and pink phase

But she gets older too you see
Gets a new look
New wardrobe too
Only it's not so new

Its what her brother rocked pre growth spurt
Looks a bit like a cry for help on her

But no one touches you if you're a boy
No one says things
Tells you how to be
Stops you from gaining all your unfair freedoms
No one enforces sexist idealism on you as a victim
You're now an enforcer or a protector

And within that tiny safe box

Somehow

There is that feeling of just
Truly

Really truly fully

Just

Being free

In a skin that I didn't make

In a shell society designed

Within a very fucked up world

I'm amazingly enough

Managing to breathe

Its a bit astounding even

Just do me a favour and

Look at that

In and out
Belly up and down

Showing no signs of stopping anytime soon

Not even when she sleeps could the invincible even look dead

With Hozier and astrology watching over

Or maybe that's how she's pictured it
In her fucked up dreamland head

She see them protecting her

'Protecting'

How pathetic

Pathetically cool I guess