Amanda

17

When I Think Of Summer

When I think of summer-
I see girls running razors down their legs,
Instead of running on beaches,
While not even knowing why,
They bother.

When I think of summer-
I remember the boys at the pool,
Who claimed my friend was a “ten”,
And- don’t worry- I could be too,
If I lost “ten” pounds.

When I think of summer-
I imagine arriving with unshaven pits,
And being called,
A Beast and a lesbian,
As though they were the,
Same thing.

When I think of summer-
I hear my younger sister disclose,
That she wishes she could have
Large breasts and wear bikinis
So that she could feel
“Pretty”.
Like us.

When I think of summer-
I feel myself rotting in the core,
Under “beach-kissed” skin.
This peculiar season,
Give it time, it will burn-
And I assure you-
It
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