I would like to ask her
what it feels like to be thirteen and perfect
Blonde hair, blue eyes
tumbling and varsity dive team

I would like to ask her
what it feels like to exceed all expectations
skipped a grade, honors classes
tons of friends and third in her class

I would like to ask her
what it feels like to be a golden child
Acolytes and Sunday school
straight and cis

I would like to ask her
what it feels like to forget me so easily
the hatred, the anger
cold shoulders and skipping school

I would like to ask her
what it feels like to have no questions for me
but I swallow the words stuck in my throat
and feign anger, feign rage, feign hatred

I would like to ask her
what it feels like to have the freedom not to answer