Green Like Her Freckles

I will forever envy girls with

humble chests, wide hips, and big booties.

I will forever want to be like the girls

that wear dirty jewelry, torn t-shirts, and tight panties.

I will forever be jealous of

the spunky attitude and shitty eye makeup that never comes off all the way,

the way they hold blunts with ease and talk down to the same boys they talked dirty to the day before,

rocking my world like they rock week-two hair in a top-knot,

the way they gladly burn under the sun so they can show me green freckles.

I want to have a pixie nose,

sharp collarbones,

invisible eyebrows,

and a phat charisma that all kinds of boys remember me for.

I want to smell putrid and still be desired.

I want to lead on boys,

and steal all of the attention.

I want to double break her heart and leave her green like her freckles, green with envy.

So she will forever envy girls like me,

girls with big chests, narrow hips, and bubble butts.

She will forever want to be like these girls

that wear clip-on earrings, baggy t-shirts, and panties that leave room to grow.

She will forever be jealous of ice queens and naked eyes,

the way they're at ease on their lonesome, the way they apologize for not being able to warm up to boys they smiled at the day before,

rocking her world like they rock wet hair that will dry and be soft later,

the way they accidentally burn in the sun, but show her their blistered, lobster red skin anyway.

She will want the round nose,

the blue eyes,

sisters not twins eyebrows,

an embarrassed smile that all the boys remember her for.

She will want to cause nostalgia with her scent,

she will want to learn the word “No”

and she’ll forever want to be like me,

but she'll never get to be

because she stole all of the attention

and never learned how to say no to boys, now men,

and couldn't stay my best friend,

but instead double broke my own heart, left me green like her freckles,

green with envy of girls like her.