It’s tough, so very tough
she’s crying, crying
throwing glitter on her tears to make them beautiful.
She’s holding her breath
and nothing’s changing.
She’s turning blue, her favorite color.
She’s pinching her nose
and it’s bleeding.
Red blood, white thighs, blue face, all american girl.
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