Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen

After Angel Nafis

“I’m so show-off / My diamonds designed to twinkle and bleed light” – Azealia Banks

Mark my words, [     ].

Someday I’ll wear the fur

of every animal inside me

still crying for attention’s milk.

I don’t care what you call me:

tantrum, mink momentum, siren

of the cheapest songs. I wish it wasn’t true,

but scream any name & I’ll come.

Tbh I’d pull a thousand looks

from your eyes if it meant

I’d finally be seen. I mean, [     ].

What does a [     ] have

to do around here to get a tulip

tucked sweetly behind her ear? Die?

I can only do that a little at a time.

Y’all can wait. & I can continue

to sprawl the mania out on my good

chaise lounge. I know what I’m doing.

I’m fighting off invisibility with a snakeskin belt.

I’m rewiring the audience to finally look

me in the eye. I got so many reasons

to scream & so little chiffon to do it in.

Ashamed? With this face?

Girl, I wouldn’t be caught dead.