Being your daughter Is flushed and scorched skin A black Volvo too hot To spend summertime in A subway in August Sweat under my bra I bask in your warmth As long as I stay without flaw I saw The way you spoke About the good girl on fire Her picture in your wallet It’s not me you desire Just a version Your aversion To the real me is sweet You don’t want to meet her But defeat her And stifle her ~quirky~ heartbeat My stadium seat Is front row but It bakes in the sun My knees burnt to a crisp So I never remember who won So I’m done, I’m out Is what I wish badly to say But though you’re the eclipse To my sun I live to please anyway I chose This life So even when I decide It’s too much Still I pick outdoor patio furniture That scalds at the touch Ahh! That stings! Sunscreen drips in my eyes! I’m sweating profusely In this heavy disguise So I’m desperate for cool And if I get wet I win But instead I sit next to the pool And won’t ever jump in Yes I’m a mirage Spewing steam but This is the only true way To sparkle and To be adored For it all to be ok So while “just follow your inner fire!” May be what they all say I can’t do it Yes, I’m overheating But if I’m to be loved I must bake With my ashes In the heat of the day