Apparently a 3rd grader wrote this

Go off, Gen Z Sylvia Plath.

The True Feminine

I am not sugar and

Spice and everything nice.

I am music. I am art.

I am a story. I am a chruch bell, gonging out wrongs

and rights and normal nights.

I was a baby. I am child. I will be mother. I don’t mind being considered beautiful, I do not allow that to be my definition. I am a rich

Pie strong with knowledge.

I will not be eaten.

Young Sylvia Plath