Born This Way
by Nasrin Lin
you cut Barbie’s hair tomboy-short just like yours,
and then you made a tiara out of Barbie’s brunette locks for Ken
and then Ken became Kendall
and then Barbie and Kendall lived happily ever after in a kingdom no one knew because others didn’t want the rest to know because–shh–don’t ask, don’t tell.
the track shorts you wore underneath the dress
felt more real than the pomp and circumstance of the Barbie-straight wedding.
you sat there for hours just for the chocolate cake.
you saw yourself looking forward
because in school they teach you what is right from what is wrong in bullet points
bam! do this
bam! don’t do this
and be good
and you wanted to be good
and you tried
by self-rationalizing your way into a loophole so you can have your own chocolate cake
even if it tastes like air
so you keep looking back at yourself looking forward.