We are teenage girls with neon dreams
and five dollar jewelry.
Our lips glisten in wax and artificial fruit
as we wander the mall.
We catch ourselves in the mirrored store doors
and video feeds, while synth pop bands
broadcast hits from stacks of televisions.
We are teenage girls before cellphone umbilical cords
and social media cages.
We are free roaming tigers that stroll
and stalk the food court and perfume counters.
We growl out conversations with gum snaps and hair twirls,
while we wear bright makeup streak armor
and coat our lips with sweet wax chapstick.
Our packs define us.
We are neon tigers.
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