Star Dusted Girl

All the dust upon our rolled up sleeves

makes us kids seem dirty and in desperate need.

I don’t know about you but I’m pretty damn clean.

This dust you sneeze on is just a part of me.

Wipe it off if you must

But my heart still beats covered in that star dust.

If you think I’m dirty, if you think I’m marred,

I’ll be the first to admit, I am rather scarred.

But that isn’t ugly and that isn’t rare,

Us star dusted kids often seem bare,

of inhibitions and nonsensical rules.

Too bad that makes you view us as fools.

You can wipe me clean and bathe my body in your tub of purity.

But honey, I ain’t no fool, scared or confused,

I’m just a star dusted girl whose soul’s a little bruised.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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