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.