inspired by anis mojgani’s shake the dust.
this is for that one girl
you just can’t stand.
this is for the boy
who can rattle off nicki minaj
like it’s his job.
this is for the girl who laughs
like her soul is on fire
and she’s ready to burn
tomorrow in to the ground.
this is for the recovering alcoholic
and the schizophrenic uncle,
for the girl who falls in love
with every single person
who smiles at her.
this is for the school bathroom stall criers
and the pathological liars,
for the early bird who never seems
to get the worm.
this is for the prudes and the four-eyed geeks,
for the little brothers with their chubby cheeks
this is for the girl
who remembers her father’s birthday every april
even though he’s gone.
this is for the pity dates and the drama queens,
for the menopausal mothers sick of their routines,
this is for every elementary school hairbrush singer
who struggles to explain to her friends
why she has two moms,
this is for everyone who’s ever outgrown themselves
faster than they could outgrow their shoes.
this is for the brown girls
who’ve wanted to bleach their skin white,
and the white girls
who’ve wanted to burn their skin brown.
this is for the wanderer who just wants out
of this town.
this is for the bingers and the dreamers and the cutters,
for the boy whose heart sometimes flutters
like a runaway train
because he’s got starlight
instead of textbook formulas stuck
inside his brain.
this is for the ones who are tired
of being told
that they’re gonna be okay
because for once
they just want to be something more.
this is for the ones who need to be mopped up
off the bathroom floor.
this is for the color blind.
whose grass never gets greener
this is for everyone
who struggles to be a believer
in god and in love
and in everything in between.
make sure that when the universe
tries to unravel you by your bones,
you fight back,
like you have permission to love yourself first.
this is for you.
you have permission to set those butterflies
in your stomach free—
so let them go.
let them take over your limbs
and whisper your hymns.
and sweep this world
right up in to your lungs.
because all that flickers
can be gone
in a heartbeat,
so chase after it,
though you may be.