The Desperation Meeting The Silence With Its

No One Asks How Or What I Am Doing. They Could Not Care Less. We’re All Looking Glasses, We Girls, Existing Only To Reflect Their Images Back To Them As They’d Like To Be Seen. Hollow Vessels Of Girls To Be Rinsed Of Our Own Ambitions, Wants, And Opinions, Just Waiting To Be Filled With The Cool, Tepid Water Of Gracious Compliance. A Fissure Forms In The Vessel. I’m Cracking Open.

Scoring Well On Tests Is The Sort Of Happy Thing That Gets The School District The Greenbacks They Crave. Understanding And Appreciating The Material Are Secondary.

You Are Unique, And This Is A Beautiful, Beautiful Thing, Grasshopper.

People Aren't Always What You Want Them To Be

We Have Work To Do If You Are Not To Be A Total Failure Like High-waisted, Acid-wash Jeans.