Ode to the Hot Cheeto Girl - poem

 

Ode to the Hot Cheeto Girl

I do not write love poems

But I do write about girls with an attitude problem

Who wear ripped skinny jeans and big gold hoops

And rest assured, they will be the first thing 

She removes if you ever try her again


I talk sweet of red-dusted fingertips

Long coffin acrylics on the other end

She rolls in just as the bell rings after

Rolling up

The 2.75 dollar bag of hot fries

Because inflation


But 7-11 charging $1.79 for Arizona Green Tea

Which should always be 99 cents

Does not stop this girl from spending

On something to wash down the Midol

Even if it’s a Red Bull

Like, you know what I mean?


Lashes so big she can fly away from stupid boys

Because Red Bull gives her wiiiings

Eyeliner so sharp it can cut class

Blinding highlight on the tip of the nose, the cupid's bow 

And inner corners is her holy doctrine

Her prophets were the greatest 

Beauty gurus of 2016

Who derived their theology

From the Black and Brown women of the 90s


And they would all tell you

The higher the brow

The closer to God

She has a high-brow attitude

That can not be turned off


To the girl 

Who would tell God and all His homies

To shut up, then take the rosary in her hand

Recite a prayer to the matriarch virgin 

Cuz she has no time to be crying over somebody’s son

His name, ironically, Jesus or Jason or Josh

And her friends will remind her

Your first mistake was trusting

A boy whose name starts with a J


For every pretty laugh and whispered secret

There’s an ‘I’m sorry Mr.

I can’t run today - I’m on my period’


And now there are TikToks

Of girls like you getting ready to leave

Five minutes before the bell rings

Combing down baby hairs

And reapplying lip gloss

Or the tsh tsh tsh tsh of Victoria’s Secret

Till we are locked in a 5-foot radius of Vanilla Coconut


And I rolled my eyes because 

I was taught that girls like you

Took up too much space

Were too obnoxious, too loud, and way too vain


But you deserve sonnets and songs

Different than one

That talks about your figure

And how mature you are for your age


That always ignores what really goes on

Replies with laughter when you said “Stop it”

Mocks you when you told him to stop 

And you learned before anyone else

No one would listen 

When you say Stop.


When mom told you to

Put some clothes on

Your uncles are coming over

Family gatherings became 

Hugs too tight and comments on your body


Because maturity means

Wider hips and no more baby teeth

Your grades were the second thing

That went from As to Double Ds 

And you were crowned a woman

At the tender age of fifteen


But I do write love poems

This is a love poem to you and this city

How I wanted to be you in it

How I need you in it

And I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize this


I love you, I love you

I need you to love you too

My God, I love you


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