Father: God

I wear perfume. I do my hair. It's short but I separate it in two, sides. A side line on my left hand side. Pride. I look like a boy wearing a dress, skirt. Do I look like a boy? I wish. I don't. I'm a girl. Little, tiny. Fine, lines. I got bigger. I saw it in the mirror, last night. Before I got in the shower, my curves, grew round. Bigger. Bright. Fight.