When I was born they found out I was a girl and set about filing my fangs.
They told me to eat mush, close my legs, and play nicely.
They gave me a dress and shoes that hurt
And said Beauty is Pain.
Smile, they said, and called me Good Girl when I did.
I believed them for a while.
I fixed my hair in a perfect coif
Kept my teeth straight and dull
Ate the gruel they fed me.
In the mirror, I saw the
Stepford wife I’d become Hated
her flowery smell
Her easy manner Her metallic taste.
So I filed each tooth Till they could tear the flesh Of a peach I dared to eat.
At midnight I roared at the moon In sparkly high heels and a short dress.
When someone approached I didn’t like I snapped and clanked my teeth till they coward away.
I keep my teeth sharp Like my razor tongue
That speaks my mind
I keep them sharp
So that I can bite off more than I can chew.
So that I can bring pleasure and pain
Sometimes the same.
I bite because the world told me I was only good for nibbling.
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Editor: Renée Picard
Photos: Valentia Volavia at Flickr