Blue is not just
the color of my hair.
Blue isn’t a statement.
Blue happened to me;
I didn’t choose it.

I don’t wear black.
Black is my shield;
it protects me from whispered things
I don’t even know about.
Black with steel –
and lace –
is there really a difference between
a compressed bodice
and a bullet-proof vest?

I feel like I was born with this
lip ring.
And these eyes,
the beautiful brown eyes
from my grandmother
allow me to see
deeper –
more deeply
than you’ll ever look
at me.


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