femcel

 they’ll never know what it’s like to be

a femcel to be a creep a weirdo to

watch fight club for the sexy anticapitalism

and ed norton’s slow sad demise instead of

brad pitt and fighting and manly

blood-on-blood-on-toxicity they’ll never know

what it’s like to cry on the bus

over freak folk music harps and

violins and violence they’ll never

take blurry photos of nasturtiums blooming

along the bank or the pigeons

nesting and cooing on the rooftop

of a dusty Newtown flat beer bottles

and feathers and shit smeared along

the concrete they’ll never know

the feeling of putting a limp chaffinch

into a shoebox and hoping feebly

that it is just stunned and knowing

from the moment you saw it rolling

around in the wind that it was dead

bashed its little head on the crisp panes

of glass poor thing so pretty they’ll never

wear pseudo-ironical pencil skirts

or spend hundreds of dollars on shitty

Y2K depop dresses or stomp in big

op-shop boots with fake snakeskin

on the tips or slick glitter on their faces

waste half a bottle of eyeliner for one

look they’ll never lie under an oak tree

and write an epic poem in their notes app

they’ll never understand that what

the hell am i doing here i don’t

belong here i don’t belong here

and i kinda like it

Cadence Chung is a poet and student at Wellington High School. She has been writing poetry since she was at primary school, and draws inspiration from classic literature, Tumblr text posts, and roaming antique stores.