How funny is it
That to be blonde
Mean a myriad of things
One who is blonde is
But never boring
Blonde is thought to be a mark of perfection
Stronger white supremacy
Are there not a brunette with the same attributes
Are there not matronly persons with red hair
Or no hair at all
Why does such arbitration continually define us
Mere colors shape who we are
Than a more fair method
Who decided this
How do we fix it
what if i were a blonde bombshell
would it be different if i changed
would it be a little better
could i be a pulse on your radar
a blip on the screen
a little bit of static flipping through the channels
or maybe just me
could i have a place in line
a moment of your time
would it be different if i changed?
patient yet forlorn on saint valentine's day
People wonder why I forgive.
I wonder why they don't.
Mistakes are taken.
It is a duty,
A necessity to forgive.
To apologize for others,
When they won't for herself.
My dad asks me why I let myself get used,
I tell him
We use amazing things every day and smile.
He doesn't get it.
Every plus has a minus.
I guess I know just what you're thinking
But you know not of what I do
When I'm sitting in my room
Daydreaming only about you
I guess you feel a little foolish
I guess I acted like a fool
I wish you knew how I was feeling
I wish you knew it's all for you
I just lay my head down sometimes
It just becomes too much
To deal with
I can't feel whole
Like something important is missing
I'm just left with this
I don't know anymore