This "fairytale" Let us bow down to chubby princesses And pay our respects to the prince who spoke his mind, not his heart Let us fall in love with placebo fairies Because believing in yourself is its own kind of magic And tell mr charming Id rather go barefoot The genie wishes That he could just love his genie boyfriend Without being judged Let us bow down to chubby princesses And pay our respects to the prince Who knocked up his girl But decided to stick around And be a real hero Let us fall in love with The dragon Who breathes fire To hide his scorched esteem And tell mr charming To keep searching She's out there Snow white wishes For poisoned apples Because dreams are much more bearable Than real #life Let us bow down to a chubby princess And tell her Stop crying Stand up You're beautiful, too

Your Only Option An old couple walks past an old house Front porch sign chanting Its a boy! Its a boy! A beautiful contrast Like black on white Beginning over end New to old And back again Existence is short #life is shorter Death takes the couple As #life shakes the boy And that sign starts to breathe I think, Isnt it funny We come into this freakshow Howling Isnt it fitting That we greet the world with tears And we slap the babies That don't cry The ones who see no reason To hate their welcome committees We make them scream As if to say Rage is your only option In this world

Wears Well My mother gave me pouty lips And cheekbones like question marks The slant of my eyes are cleverly disguised, But my nose is anonymous And my eyebrows are plucked, So I guess I don't know But my eyes are His all the way A brown that swallowed My mother alive But didn't emprison completely Because though her mind's changed Her eyes are the same You can't change the color of eyes And me I'm just stuck With the mark of His luck A brown that will never be mine A brown that intrudes on my question mark face And swallowed the key to this cell A brown that suggests But will never speak A brown that my sister wears well

Keep Walking I feel like the man in the #poem "He Who'd Please All." The one where this man walks his donkey, but is scoffed at for not riding it. and then ridiculed by others when he does ride it. And then laughed at for picking the stupid thing up and carrying it when he cant figure out what to do to make everyone happy. Thats me. Im doing everything in my power to live for others. To make everyone else happy even if it means i have to sacrifice. I go out of my way for all the finger-pointers and name-throwing nobodys. I try so hard. But i really do labor in vain. Not anymore. From now on im going to be the donkey. No matter who judges me. No matter what they think or say, im just going to be that stupid donkey. And keep walking.

Her Arms She speaks in tongues of tragedy, but I don't trust her arms. They tell me #life takes two hands, but hers fight demons strong. When blade meets wrist, it's civil war. Not civil in the slightest. And as they drag her down, we fly. Weve come to see the show. To watch her slash and tear and shout until the monsters go. But when we peer over the edge into her nightmare eyes, we see her slash and tear at air and shout into a void. And as she screams at us to see, to watch them shake her soul, all I see is a girl convulse, with pity-hungry tries. I find a pool of darkest brown. Her desperate eyes meet mine. And as I stare into near-black, I see her, satisfied. The monsters are reflected there, but only for a time. And while I watch, they dissapear. No audience, no fight. I wonder if she speaks the truth, but still I turn away. And when we're gone, so too are they, these demons in the sky. They tell me #life takes two hands, and though her wrists are scarred, her hands are clean and heavy with the #life she claims she's lost.