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“My mother thinks I’ve dyed my hair red
for attention�
How can I explain to her the ways that she is
right
and
wrong.
As of last night,
my hair is the color of a brick
the moment before it goes through
a stained-glass
window.
My hair is the color of a fire engine
driving through a burning building.
My hair is the color of a dart frog:
generations of death adapting
into this exact shade of poison.
It’s called aposematism�
we learned about it in bio.
It’s when an animal advertises
to predators that it is not worth
the attempt to consume.
Bright red and orange,
the colors of pain,
I WILL MAKE YOU SICK
I WILL KILL YOU FROM INSIDE YOUR THROAT
ATTENTION!
I MAY LOOK LIKE PREY
BUT I WILL END
YOUR
LIFE
My mother says I want attention
and maybe she’s right
My mother says I am just making a statement
and maybe she’s right
But in my mind it’s not saying
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it’s saying
»å´Ç²Ô’t
and this is how I know men
are not really wolves
because maybe
a wolf
would listen.”
― Olivia A. Cole, Dear Medusa