In 5th Grade I Just Wanted Breasts

In fifth grade I just wanted breasts
so badly, 
that every time I’d undress,
I’d scream my requests
to be blessed with the best

set of tits that could ever exist…

and I’d cry

when I got in the bath
because I’d look at my a*s
and it wasn’t a size double zero…
so I decided I hated the mirror.

The next year, I wanted rebellion
but the only thing I had to rebel was my parents
so I dyed my hair purple 
and green and then pink
and I smoked lots of weed
and I failed science and P.E. that year,
and I snorted ketamine
which is really just cat tranquilizer 
but in middle school that is so f*****g 
bad a*s…
I could have passed as a trash can,
every day I was absent

and everything went downhill from there
except now I wear bras that make me feel sexy
because I have B cups 
kind of 
because one of them is bigger
than the another,

but that’s fine with me…
because it’s something.