To all the girls who couldn't hang
I was inspired by my feelings when I read Lena Dunham's Instagram comment about her New Yorker piece: "I couldn't hang. I still can't hang. Click the link in the bio to hear more about how extremely I can't hang."
From dial tones
to dial
up
that screen name
meant to
click
bait
trap
we daughters
of the 90's
sexualized
with
American
girl
doll
dread
there's no private
in these
parts
taught to
read
write
arithme
tic
tac
toe
games
where
girls
go
wild
and where
the wild
things
are
you
may
never
know
taught to make
men
hunger
while
we
goldilocks
going par
for the
porridge
not too
thin
not too
fat
just sweet
enough
to eat you up
I
loathe
you
so
far
gone
by the time
they brought
guns
into school
we had
music
media
Marilyn
Monroe
maybe
killed
herself
because she
couldn't
hang.
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Cali Loria
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This was amazing! I really liked your piece 💕 congrats on the win
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
This is very effective... And A F F E C T I V E !