/I miss my circle of friends, I made a self-pledge to grow bigger so they could have a protector... But so far they manage well. Proud of you girls./

Babes, we've been beautiful as politics,

Brain-washing and corrupted to the core.

A quiver of cobras on our backs shooting for the stars and taking selfies

with Medusa.

Such accurate shots of articulation that we planted dandelions

from the stone-cracks of patriarchy which we blow to make a wish.

For my circle of friends

were high-school Beauty Queens fighting for the crown yet

hanging out at the end of the day.

In red dresses catching fire

Across dinner night

as our laughters cast

accusations of global warming.

You think we're too hot?

Then stop burning witches.

But we just say "cheese!" from our table,

then we hear them crumble.

for these girls besides me are all...

Medusas.

I'm the real beauty,

They're the true beasts.