mad

mad

A Poem by Nearly Blonded

my curls are engulfed in flames
embers fall to my earlobes and scorch the hoops that have become my uniform
my consciousness
reason of my rage
and fuel of my fears

no support for my leaning
wavering am i
not even in my figure
no hips to hold me or to be held
defective mixed girl
yet i break stereotypes well







© 2019 Nearly Blonded


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Your imagery is very strong, I enjoyed this a lot.
Laura

Posted 4 Years Ago


The words loud, strong and honest. I wanted more. Thank you for sharing the entertaining poetry.


Posted 4 Years Ago



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Nearly Blonded
Nearly Blonded

Philadelphia, PA



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16 y/o Frank Ocean loving, book-bag shoving, racially ambiguous gal attempts to better herself and her writing, attempting to do so by getting feedback on her art: a concept. more..

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A Poem by Nearly Blonded