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Fya Cole Poem
I like wearing makeup in the way that I do it
I like my big eyeliner, my colourful eyelids
My cheeks covered in a heavy layer of blush
A small little highlighter heart on the tip of my nose
And a shiny spot right on my angel kiss
A eyeliner drawing of a heart or a bee
Sometimes a star on the freckle by my eye
Colours of eyeshadow that match my fun earrings
Maybe my outfit, and maybe my shoes
I hate wearing makeup in the way of my peers
Skinny sharp eyeliner, tan or beige eyelids
Face covered in a layer of foundation, concealer, and bronzer
Highlight on only ever cheekbones
And of course the bridge of the nose
No cute little heart right by their eye
No colours to match with, they just wear gold earrings
Not to say that their makeup isn’t gorgeous
It suits them quite well although to me it's boring
They are happy with their makeup and that's all that really matters
But I wonder what they would do without societal pressures
Copyright © Fya Cole | Year Posted 2025
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Fya Cole Poem
Growing up I always saw these commercials for razors
Razors that will shave “extra close to the skin”
Ones that have 5 blades and ones that have 7
And an ergonomic handle that is pink just for you
Commercials showing the perfect pretty blonde model on my tv
Shaving her armpits to be impossible smooth
I know now that they were already waxed
No hair is left because hair isn’t dainty, isn't feminine, isn't appropriate
The perfect pretty blond model on my TV says
Underarm hair is a turnoff, so start worrying when you’re 11
Shaving is necessary if you want to have a husband!
Who cares if you get cuts from your razor
Who cares if you get ingrown hairs
Oh your razor is dull? Buy a new one!
Get our super handy replaceable clip-on razor heads ™!
How much are they? One replacement is only $20!
The perfect pretty blond model in the razor commercial says
With the most stupid
Serene
Irritating music in the background
You’ll never be truly pretty unless you are hairless like a newborn
So shave your pits from the womb to the tomb!
Copyright © Fya Cole | Year Posted 2025
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Fya Cole Poem
On Firtriculon V, the jagged sneels glide
through the deep and wounded river
Of course the river, aptly named The Scagerwat,
Would not be wounded if not for
The jagged sneels messy gliding
On Firtriculon V, the patterwattale plants
Reach up towards and put dirt on
The wobbling bobbling moon
Of course the moon, aptly named The Rastlying,
Would not wobble or bobble if the
patterwattale plants had not placed the
dirt only on the left side
On Firtriculon V, the weaving wheezing wahdels
Sing loudly at 2:83 in the aftermorning
And stop at 2:85 just as loudly
And of course the song, aptly named the ballad of werel,
Would not be sung as 2:83 if
The weaving wheezing wahdels didn’t keep a close
watch on the comings and goings
Of the popples on the ground
On Firtriculon V, people come at go
Ignoring the strange happenings around them
Because nothing is truly strange
on Firtriculon V
Copyright © Fya Cole | Year Posted 2026
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Fya Cole Poem
Your borrowed hair clip still sits on my bedside table
I wonder if you know I still have it
It’s gold and not quite big enough to hold all your hair
but it’s the perfect size for mine
I’ll give it back the next time I see you
or the next time I remember it’s in my room
this is how I know I can’t live without you
I find pieces of you with me everywhere
you take pieces of me with you too
my slang, my heart, and my fashion sense
sending me photos of things I would like
crazy pants you found on vacation
earrings that I would wear every day
I take your stories, intonation, and secrets
intoxicating me with the knowledge of your life
making sure all my friends know your name
because apparently I can’t have a conversation without thinking of you
love is not enough of a word to explaIn how I feel about you
4 letters, a word not longer than my fingernail
could not possibly explain why I act the way I do
why I talk about you to everyone with ears
why I laugh at your halfhearted jokes
why I would do any chore with you because it’s not a chore if we’re together
your hair clip is still on my bedside table
and now that I think about it, it’s more bronze than gold
I’ll give it back when I see you next
It’s one of your favourites after all
Copyright © Fya Cole | Year Posted 2026
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