Write Like a Girl
I write like a girl. Up at dawn morning breath fresh not clamming me up. Head swallowed by bed spit me out, hair in a horn on the side of my head. A satellite towards the sky! Catching some vibes and recording my dreams not literally. Write like a girl desert sweaty sitting on a basketball glasses cloudy with steam head pounding to the sound of the dribbling around me as I’m pounding this poem out call me Ms. Smith. I’m a misfit, a magician fill you with illusions my fingers typing away fast as bee wings on my smart phone. I write like a Techy girl sign of the times write short and sweet sometimes in rhymes Ay, phone! how many times you saved my poem’s life. Grrr girl, I write like a girl invading males spaces with my stats and analysis my “what had happened was,” POV to the game carving my way into locker-room chatter taking a spot on the floor chop it up like a girl wearing purple