There she stood
A little girl still
With her tatteredsilk wings that clung to her narrow shoulders
With her mismatched socks peaking from above her thriftstore sneakers
With her rosebud lower lip caught between her teeth
But
She was a woman now, too
With her goddess curves barely hidden under her oversized sweater
With her careworn rainyday eyes behind her softly curling lashes
With her scars
She is perfect
A fairy
She was not made for this world
This world of judgment and pain and fear and loneliness and need
She deserves more
I wish I could give her more
I'm not perfect
I'm not a littlegirlwomangoddessfairy
I'm just awkward
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There she stood
A little girl still
With her sunstreaked bloodorange hair
With her handmedown rippedup boy's jeans
With her perfect teeth marred by a morethanperfect gap
But
She was a woman now, too
With her quiditchtoned perfection displayed under her toosmall tshirt
With her glitterstone eyes hidden under layers of mascara
With her calluses
She is perfect
A creature made of leather and whiskey and adrenaline and love
She made herself for this world
This world of risk and pain and oppression and solitude and desire
She has come to expect nothing more
I wish I could show her what else is out there
I'm not perfect
I'm not a littlegirlwomanperfectioncreature
I'm just odd