Gasping

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Gasping

I am a girl with dreams

Both too tight and too big,

Like a firmly-laced corset

I cannot fill out.

I wear my dreams

Wide as Marie Antoinette’s skirts;

I get stuck in doorframes

With these inconvenient dreams.

Sometimes after I don my dreams

I wonder if I should go out in public,

So gaudy and conspicuous,

Screaming, “Look at me!”

With the size of my visions.

Girls around me are comfortable

In their worn-in, small-scale plans,

Their coordinated ambitions

And tasteful wishes.

They can breathe easily;

I am gasping.

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