As a child
My mother would sit me on her lap while brushing my hair
Call me beautiful with every brush stroke
Put me in pretty pink dresses
Tell me I am the most beautiful girl she has ever seen
I have know this to not be true when the village people would use my name as a metaphor for monster
Scare their children into good behavior with my face
My mother still called me beautiful even to this day
When I have pink hair and howl like a unicorn
Says to me, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen even when we all know that is not true
Author of Trigger Warning and Badly Written Poems