Being Alive and Dead Are the Same for a Blonde
You already have two strikes against you:
The first, you are blonde.
The second, you are a woman.
Now you must repent for your sins, try to prove
you belong and that you aren't wasting the space you have the audacity to occupy.
Being alive and dead are the same for a blonde
Either way, no one can hear you.
People never listened in the first place since you have nothing to say.
You are a barbie doll, plastic and empty.
Looked at but never, ever heard.
Because of your Sunshine hair
you are not human.
i am a medical student.
Impressive?
Am i important yet?
i work hard, i study hard.
i’m sure you can empathize.
But what is empathy other than a shadow of emotion?
To hide a secret jealousy that you are not the one looked at but never, ever heard.
A word used as an excuse for a click of the tongue and a “you’re so lucky
to be blonde”.
Can’t you see we want to be heard?
That’s all that really counts, though. All that truly matters is the appearance
The color.
And even when you finally achieve it, the acceptance of
strangers walking past and judging you for the sins you didn't choose
(or maybe did)
Someone still clicks their tongue because you aren't good enough.