Young Adult Novels

young girls hidden beneath
lithe like dancers, but not light
on their feet,
ironically. arms wrapped
around small knees
waiting, scared birds locked
in rusty high school cages, praying
for invisibility, anytime boys stare.
their arms like tree trunks,
built like thor, with an air
of mystery; a breed rare
enough to make the green knight
in her beat up authurian novel
seem common. ignoring the heroine,
herself. ignoring her own capable
body, in exchange
for the commercialized
ever after, muffled
behind cheap kisses.

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