A Bottle Of Hair Dye
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Alyssa Verrender, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2008
A bottle of hair dye,
One pink and one red.
Every bottle you use,
The more of you they forget.
Blue makes you look pretty
‘Cause otherwise you’re not,
Black labels you a 'goth'
And you’re no longer enough.
Every new colour,
And it’s like new friends too,
Your hair is a mask
That they just can’t see through.
Every new colour,
Your ‘friends’ build a wall.
They’re backing away
And they don’t know you at all.