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.
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.
posted by burning moon at 1:42 PM
3 Comments:
Funny how nature can brand
make people seem apart
I never really got the whole red hair thing, it is , after all, just hair
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?
I do indeed, it is perplexing and a little sad, regardless of it being a cause and effect or nature rather than nuture
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