Put some lipstick on.
Get some blush, you’ve lost color in your face.
Oh my, is that a mustache?
Laser it away.
God forbid your legs are prickly.
You could fill a C
Just add toilet paper
I’ll show you.
. How many times have you gone to the gym this
. Eat more, you’ll bulk up faster.
. Hey baby, wanna come home with me tonight?
. She’s probably just on her period,
. That’s why she ain’t feelin’ me.
. Come on, you’re late for practice.
Are you done?
Can I come in?
What is that?
. Open up
. Son, I’ve started the car.
. Oh my god
. What are you wearing?
What is around your chest?
Put down the scissors.
Put them down.
I swear to God, not one more snip.
. Whose bra is that?
. I’m calling your mother.
. And the silk robe too,
. And the lipstick
. What did I do to deserve this?
Your beautiful long curls
I’m booking a hair appointment,
We can fix this.
. Alright, give everything to me
. It’s fine, no one has to know
. We can fix this.
Denise Rogozin is seventeen years old. She has always loved writing, whether it was her unintentional re-creations of the Harry Potter series in middle school, or spoken word poetry about gang violence during her sophomore year of high school. She loves being able to share her thoughts in a different kind of way with poetry, and hopes to share some now through one of her favorites.