Remember the thoroughbred girls?
The girls we watched in washroom mirrors
and fell in love with. With kohl eyes,
powder puffs, chapstick lips & candy-floss pink cheeks.
The girls who shot the pistol at the starting line
and still finished first. Who took drugs
and hearts like jumps, curled their knees
beneath them. The girls who landed
feet first, never stumbled with eyes
staring down the barrel of a shotgun.
But combed and plait their hair as if
tomorrow had already come.
The girls with come hither, wish you were me
stares. Misunderstood as golden idols
meant to be shared. The girls who
were champion racehorses in need
of medals but I placed them on pedestals;
rendered them goddesses and untouchable,
gilded their heartbreak & watched them shatter,
the moment we all forgot these girls
Inspired by Ada Limon’s ‘How to Triumph Like a Girl’
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
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