A poem for myself in the mirror

because girls do not have trouble saying "i love you" to the girl with empty brown eyes and bitten fingernails who don't know how to love and girls do not hesitate saying "i love you" to the girl with big green eyes and calloused fingers and girls do not tense up listening to her playlists and girls aren't relieved at amen released in a world big and unpersonifiable and girls do not torture themselves at the cold, sharp face of the scissor because girls feel what they're supposed to and no more and girls and hear the voices that sing from the wires in the walls and the stained glass windows and not offkey from the driver's seat. girls do not bare themselves in word, cold and raw in warm cars and backed into corners screaming because girls do not feel the need to. girls clasp their hands together and don't tense their shoulders and girls do not kiss their own knuckles and hiss their prayers and girls have rides home and steady necks and their own jackets because girls are their own worlds and soldiers for everyone above them because girls are not human because girls are girls are girls are girls are girls are girls are girls are girls are girls