my choice
to strip the pigment
from the shafts of my
onyx-kissed coiled roots;
was not because i don’t value
the beauty of my 1b crown.
1 might b mistaken
that my self-appreciation
may be lacking
in the presence of my
temporary platinum strands
because
my skin resembles coconut sugar....
but next week these strands
may resemble the hues of an orchid
because i simply
felt like it.
i may paint my lips
like a stop sign because
i felt like it.
and grace the streets of toronto
in garments that were sewn from
colours that i can’t even pronounce;
my shirt...coquelicot.
my skirt...aureolin
and nails painted the colours of spring.
a walking mosaic;
because i can
i will
and i felt like it.
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