Bleach and peroxide

She wants her hair blonde
She screams
The whites don't deem to justify her youth
Though she is midlife
Maybe it is her crisis
She asks her companion
If her age shows
And he just laughs it off
As she douses her hair in peroxide
Now the age is no longer visible
She thinks
As she smiles at the mirror
Her face seems a bit dark
She coats it with bleach
Washing it off she smiles
She is a few shades brighter
Not the demon of her insecurity
But her eyes at the very least say so
As she finally ages
Passing into her 50s
She sees her self
Always trying to avoid her real self
As her daughter calls her beautiful
Today without her make up and fakery
She see her true face
Accepting she exhales
Whispers loving words to her little girl
And ponders in the truth
if the other women will ever learn
Beyond loving the self what else is?
Nothing but bleach and peroxide.

Views and vistas

"Be my undoing"
She screamed, raising her fruit of the womb
As she held it high,
She cursed her choice
To have let this come
As eyebrows raised
Of instagram mothers
And arm chair activists
Shallow, always begging for attention
They cursed her words
They hardly knew her
Yet they took it upon themselves
To be judge and jury
Unlike her, they don't know hunger
Unlike her, they have never spent a night
Drenched, in misery, without a roof
As she leaned over the cliff
Holding the new born
She let herself to the mercy of the rocks
The rocks now stained red
Bear witness to her own reasons
The others are busy influencing
Living their life
In shallow existence.

What is this mind I possess
A catacomb of weirdness
In boredom I care for the world
In adversity I thrive
A can of paint
A can do mind
Yet only doing so when boredom strikes
Adversity just makes me laugh and feel joy
A sadist? Maybe
But definitely not so in my POV
I wouldn't care
If the world burnt
Unless I was bored
Hence wanted to try caring .

The bomb

Surrounded by shreds
And mixed in darkness, drowned in black powder
I am entombed
At the gentle tug,
I await to speak
Reach and touch everyone
Merge with them as they encase me
In their flesh and blood
I do not wish to do so
Yet I am to, at a moments notice
When I am called for
And against my will
I shall
My raging fire shall light up around me
And I shall wail loud
Deafening those that are around
Some shall crawl away from me
Others shall be with me
As I cease to exist
Would they wave to me on that final journey as we all walk along