The blueness of my hair means more than you know

The yellow house is still incredibly sad. So I mourn without any sleep at night. There isn't enough day time. I have hair bleach in my hair; itching my scalp like little fire ants. I wash it out an hour later and it is the sun; orange and yellow, not quite blonde (oh! I thought to myself; I could pull this look off too.) Then I applied the blue dye to my hair. Waited and rinsed it out.

side note:I dyed my hair blue because I'm feeling blue. Although I started that adventure on a different intention; more of a childhood whim. But then I became blue because I realised race could be blamed here too. It was always about race in the end; our differences. She has no history; no herstory. It started somewhere and the purpose was lost, the spirit was broken, forever to remain away from heaven.

I watch as the water went from clear to blue--blue like how you color the water as a kid. Blue like artificial liquified sky in a tub. Blue water dropletsn fall off my stomach, rolled down my leg. The water gathered at my feet; blue water. My head underneath the showerhead watching the water splash onto the shower floor, my feet in the water and the walls of the tub stained blue. Because I am blue.

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