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She was ugly. A snake of a girl- beady blue eyes and blood-red toenails. The small snigger creeping up through her perfectly kept teeth as she spat at the garbage of the street: the creatures she couldn’t see through her beady blue eyes. Her mama would dress her up in yellow ribbons and green bows. “Why honey, you make a sweet little dandelion,”. She liked to be a dandelion, but secretly she dreamed of being a marigold:                                                                                        Lips parted to the sun,                                                                                                        seeds planted                                                                                  in the rich soil of her own                                                                                                              blackness. She wanted to be a marigold. But she was just a dandelion, stepping on petals and weeding out whatever she longed to be.
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
After The Bluest Eye
She was ugly. A snake of a girl- beady blue eyes and blood-red toenails. The small snigger creeping up through her perfectly kept teeth as she spat at the garbage of the street: the creatures she couldn’t see through her beady blue eyes. Her mama would dress her up in yellow ribbons and green bows. “Why honey, you make a sweet little dandelion,”. She liked to be a dandelion, but secretly she dreamed of being a marigold:                                                                                        Lips parted to the sun,                                                                                                        seeds planted                                                                                  in the rich soil of her own                                                                                                              blackness. She wanted to be a marigold. But she was just a dandelion, stepping on petals and weeding out whatever she longed to be.
Inspired by Toni Morrison's eye-opening novel (pun not intended)
#hatred#ignorance#jealousy#bluest#eye#racism#marigold
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kenna-mcc
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
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