at rutgers there are many muslim women my age; invariably, I think of their long hair wrapped under hijabs.
my hair’s chopped short, and my boyfriend tells me how he loves long hair on females. I wonder what it’s like to live without this particular worry. More broadly, it falls under: Pleasing men.
I overheard a group of these girls giggling about a boy one girl has ‘loved forever’. 22 and she has his name written in her notebook. hungry hearts abound.
friend, you yelled at me one time a party about how i’m bitter about two years of “psychoanalysis shoved down my throat” – perhaps implying that this education colored my world view of art. i wonder if i will ever outgrow these prejudices against my former craft, or keep my past and present desires farther away than the back of my closet, the clothes i no longer wear.
I curl up next to him
clinging to those who will judge me and won’t ask what’s wrong