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I'm really upset.

I'm really,

really

upset.

I'm really upset,

'cos I just found out that

Goldilocks

is not

a natural blonde.


This is my story.
This is my truth.


I saw her coming out of Boots
you know - the one down High Street Kensington?

Saw her coming out of Boots
clutching a box of Clairol to her chest

Was gonna go up to her
ask her if she'd ever tried
porridge
with cinnamon,
chopped banana
and raisins

but then I saw her hair

and it was brown - I tell you - BROWN

You see, we as a people
have been lied to
for so long
too long if you ask me
and I say it's time to stand up
Time to stand up to the web of lies
they weave so effortlessly

So,
head held high,
I walked up to 'Goldilocks'
and gave her a piece of my mind
Told her she was nothing but a storybook ho',
a figment of no-one's imagination

and I can't believe it
she just kissed her teeth
and kept on walking


You don't believe me, do you?
Ok.
Fine.
Open a storybook
and look at her roots
reeeal close

But I'm telling you now
when the truth finally comes out,
when the baby poo finally hits the fan,
just remember,
remember where you heard it first...



© ebele.

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.text...

Some of my word-based pieces...

- poetry is a woman

- i stepped on ur funk

- you've put on weight

- hip hop

- 5th july - 33°c

- wey you dey run go?

- one world

- aesthetics

- un-natural blonde



xx