a diddie about rookie and girl-guts

pussyharvest:

One time I went on the internet
For shit relevant to me
and magazines all around
tried to tell me about Rookie

“They’re not basic or boring or beige
They’re wonderful and uniqu!
They teach you about life and love
and beauty from head to feet!”

But when I went to explore
I was met with nostalgia galore
And boring girls whose only worlds
Were not things I adored

Went looking for the sistas
For skin color of all types
I searched their mag all day
and for hours through the night

“But wait! There’s another!
They have women of color too!
Girl-guts is their name; no—wait!
I promise they’re the fit for you!”

But what do I care about pink hair?
Or pit hair that’s long and rough?
Are crafts and the palest of skin
really supposed to be enough?

The fuck do I really look like?
With whom did you mistake me?
Do I look like I’m hear to be
ignored or excluded, like some cool girl wannabe?

Nah, keep your half-assed bullshit
Keep pretending like you’re new
Cause at the end of the day,
All I can say
is that I’ve got better shit to do.