Checked out with a cherished box
Of cheez-its
You said you would save some
Just for me
But after my second
Serving was in my mitts
You said I was getting too chubby.
Boundless breakfasts bombarded by
Combs about To brush my curls on the cusp
Of fertility
And braid so tightly
It took two to
Take them out
You said frizz was as good as sterility.
My stocking was stuffed
With your pick
Of mascaras and makeup that made a mockery of a Mac store
But after you looked
At my deep purple
Lipstick
You said you didn’t raise me to be a whore.
Took me to tons of terrifying
Dressing rooms to convert
And refill my recently ransacked
Closet
No longer complete
With miniskirts
You said were already included in your Amvets deposit.
Great gram gave garbage
Bags bursting with props
Consisting of sweaters from the crustacean period
That could cover my
Size C cups
Before I cut
Them into crop tops
You said would never make me look serious.
Pre-ordered a package
Of pants
To prepare
For the first few months
Of freshman year
But I canceled them when
In my nightmare
You said you got them just to cover my rear.
I wondered when I would
Win your blessing
So I started spending
More on maxi skirts
Just to hear you
Say I’m
Finally dressing
Like I wasn’t asking for it from perverts.