She

she is me

my mom’s lips always felt dry

she probably had to wipe her face after crying

my first kiss was a girl

her lips were silky and moisted

how exotic

my second kiss was a boy

his lips were dry as a paper

i felt at home

how scary—run

my third kiss was also a boy

he killed me

I am a girl so i must be strong—i thought

he came

you are a girl so you must be weak—he said

who do i believe?

I felt bad and got sick—he must be right

I assumed

Then I wanted to cry but i couldn’t

Am I strong or weak then?

You are you—they said.