LAST YEAR ❋ Ananya Pandya

Last year i think i was trying to run away but i was being very obvious about it i even had one of those patchwork sacks slung over my back and i was walking dangerously close to cars i think i wanted a volkswagen to give me a lift so i’d start my new life in a peaceful commune run entirely by women anyway i am sixteen and women don’t give a shit about me
A man slowed his car down and smiled, he was wearing this superman baseball cap instead of maybe a trench coat and an evil looking goatee i knew what he was thinking because he didn’t drive away for a while, he was like, should i do this? She’s sixteen and women don’t give a shit about her
i ran back home and that is pretty much all that happened last year.

this august i’m getting my braces off because everyone’s been bugging me, when are you getting them off? and i’m wondering if that means i’m ugly
a part of me thinks that when i get them off i’ll be like cindy crawford taking off her glasses all the boys will be like, wow the librarian is sexy
all i do is read romances and kill off pretty white girls in my head.
Real life is complicated.

i want to do street art about feminism and harassment
my body is complicated
it is not easy for me.
it is not just putting a finger in a hole he is putting his finger in a rat trap and it fills up with hot pink liquid
He says the boy is not supposed to be the one that bleeds
If my mother was still here i don’t think she would be cool with this
Are you cool with this?
i wouldn’t be able to ask her if you’re supposed to bleed because she didn’t have any blood in her body when she was sixteen

anyway.