Authors Note: Thanks so much for the great feedback everyone :) If you're into indie music,listen to New Slang - The Shins whilest reading this.
Despite Daddy's best efforts to
Morph me back into a meek and quiet
Girl child,
I became one of the sparkling girls.
Striding up the hall, hips swaying, nails, buffed
And shiny when caught in the light
That poured through the gaps between fingerprints
And stains on the tall high
School windows.
I slathered my shame in foundation
(Ivory, shade 05)
Erased my worry with eyeliner, smothered my
Fear in a thick layer of crimson gloss and
Attempted to make my squirming insides feel
Better, by boxing myself into society's
Bittsersweet idea of beauty.
So then, it must have been my
Fault
That he touched
Me.