It's Okay to Hate Me (After All, I'm Blonde)~ A RantA Poem by ConstanceToday, browsing works by a few writers, several female poets seemed to key on the same thing: putting down, envying, or making fun of women who are blonde. This poem is my response to their stereotyping and shallow observations. It's not my usual style. JIf I wore a wig for one day, would other women treat me more kindly? If I died my hair, would it lessen their distaste every time I dare to open my mouth? Would men stop assuming I was easy, or that I had no brain?
I work with children. Children no one else wants to work with. I write. I write about my own experiences in the attempt to help others, and I write just because. I have an IQ of 136. I'm a good mother. I've never cheated on a boyfriend, not even on the husband who was unfaithful to me, the one who eventually knocked out 2 of my teeth. I survived him. I survived homelessness. I survived and I use the things I've learned to help others.
But when I pass you on the street, what do you see? You see a mass of golden hair, two blue eyes, and a rack and you assume. You assume I am dull, shallow, cruel, greedy, wanton, a thief of love and affection.
Do you think about the times men have dated me just to brag to their friends they banged a blonde? Do you think I always saw them for what they were, when I was younger? How many do you think had any love to show me? How many do you think treated me as though I am real?
Oh yes, I've had it so damned easy. Ha. You don't know the half of it. But it's okay to hate me. After all, I'm blonde.
Paste women who look like me on the covers of your magazines. (Women edit most of them.) Vote women like me Miss America. Cast every starring role with a blonde. Do it, and then hate me. Hate what you expect me to be. Hate me for what I am not.
There is always a reason for hate. A stupid reason. If I were black, and you hated me for my skin, it would cause an outrage, and justly so. If I were a cripple, and you hated my for my disability, you would be thought cruel, and it would be true.
But it is just fine to hate me. I have pale skin. I have blue eyes. I have a certain color of hair. In olden times, the redheads were the first to be burned at the stake for witchcraft. The modern witch-hunt has it in for blondes.
But it's okay to hate me. It's okay to hate me because I don't look like you, or because I remind you of some stupid b***h you knew. It's okay when men use me. It's okay when I'm denied a raise. It's okay when my boss sexually harrasses me. It's okay when someone who looks like me has a hard time. Because we had the audacity to be born with a lighter shade of hair.
Tell me though, what will you do, the day your daughter is born, if her skin is pale and her hair is fair? Will you give up on her ever being human?
© 2008 ConstanceAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on April 5, 2008 Last Updated on April 5, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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