Does everyone know what this term ‘resting bitch face’ is? It’s a term coined by someone who is just generally unhappy with the fact that women aren’t smiling literally all the time. You’re like sleeping and he’s like “You have a bitch face.” And you’re like “I mean I’m literally taking a nap. So, I’m sorry. I don’t know? ” I’ve been doing this thing lately where I write odes to things I think I’m supposed to be ashamed of, which is largely how shame works. We think we’re supposed to feel it. We’re told we’re supposed to feel it. About the way we live and act and walk and speak and dress and are. We feel it because someone told us to. It’s not an organic feeling. I’ve been writing odes to things like that to counteract that feeling.
This is an ode to my bitch face.
You pink armour lipstick rebel steel cheek slit mouth head to the ground mean girl. You headphones in but no music. You house key turned blade. You quick step between street lights, strainer of pricks and chest beaters, laughter is a foreign language to your dry ice tongue.