Not in 1995.
I was eight.
“What are you?”
The neighborhood kids asked.
Laughing and yanking back their eyelids.
In 2020, the fox eye trend made it cool.
Not in 2003.
I was sixteen.
“What is that smell?”
Noses scrunched…
First of Her Name, Queen of Resources, Protector of Her Time, the Unbothered, the Breaker of Generational Curses, and the Mother to a Literal SOB
