Women Who Trade Colors For Tan
Women run into stores and buy up all the tan crap, oohing and ahhing.
Thinking how wonderful it is going to be in their beige houses
with their brown trim.
I paint in neons – neon pink, neon green, neon yellow, neon blue neon purple.
I saturate my walls with anything and everything.
My house is a colorful sanctuary.
Other women ooh and ahh over a woman “designer” on TV
whose every room is the same each week.
Identical almost to a “O” to the room before.
I would say to a T but a T is more interesting than her stuff.
Her “make overs are exactly the same”.
Beige, white, a streak of pea green – a very small streak.
Maybe a tiny red rose in a corner giving a glimmer of hope and people cheer.
What kind of a world do we live in where women trade color for beige?
Where women will trade individuality for blah?
Where women will trade their money for books
on how to make their houses tan?
Where men stand outside, to get some color, and to smoke?
What kind of message is this sending to our children?
Be creative, but blah.
Be inspirational, but tan.
Think outside the box, but we cannot use any colors for colors are bad?
Sad to me and to my neon princesses,
pirates, faeries, warrior women, elves, and dragons.
A world I am glad I do not share with the masses.
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