She’s half glitter

 She’s half glitter

half dirt

sparkles in her hair
mud on her dress

she’ll twirl like she’s made of magic
then crash into the world like she owns it

she’s soft enough to hold your hand
wild enough to let it go

she’s not “too much”
she’s just everything at once

and i won’t teach her to tone it down
just so the world feels more comfortable

because girls like her
don’t need softening

they need protecting

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