An Ode to a Girl Getting Ready

I usually know what to wear 
I love envisioning what to do with my hair. 
But when I wake up.. 
I look in the mirror and stare. 
It all starts over. 
I don’t like how I look, 
my clothes are too tight. 
I'm suffocating in shirts, 
that just don’t fit right. 

I hate getting ready. 
I’ll start doing my hair. 
My breathing is getting heavy, 
I start blaming the chair. 

I think; ‘Why didn’t I just do curls?” 
I fall back into bed and say, 
“Why did God make me a girl?”

--Abbie F., Adult