Thursday, January 27, 2011

The Young

There she was,
bouncing along
holding her mother's hand.

Too young to know
her ginger hair
would make her a target
for pranksters and predators.

Not yet troubled
by her arse being too big,
her thighs chubby.

How beautiful she was
with her careless skip.
How I wished to share -
to remember freedom.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Funny how nature can brand
make people seem apart

I never really got the whole red hair thing, it is , after all, just hair

9:10 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

I know. weird huh?

But red-haired people always seem striking to me in some way. And I'm never sure whether it's because they're red-haired, or because they got a hard time all their lives for being red-haired. You know what I mean?

5:02 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

I do indeed, it is perplexing and a little sad, regardless of it being a cause and effect or nature rather than nuture

4:15 PM  

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