blondes
i’ve been compared my whole life
to girls who look prettier
girls who dress nicer
girls who have tanner skin
blonde girls.
blondes are the prettiest
blondes dress the nicest
blondes have the tannest skin
it’s always been a blonde.
every time i’ve been replaced
been told i’m not enough
enough is a blonde.
i’m not stupid
i know enough
to see the pattern
to hear the silence
to feel the sting
before it’s said aloud.
they don’t have to say it—
i see it
i’ve learned how
to fit into “almost”
to swallow the envy like medicine
to smile through the sting of never being chosen
but i’m not going to be
someones maybe
someones safety net
someones placeholder
i am flesh
i am volume
i am more than blonde.
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