a poem regarding you

How do they feel
In possession of the right
To tell me
I cannot
Cry
Exaggerate or extrapolate
Inside my own head
How do they not expect
Me to explode
From all the feelings
I should keep in my head
I am a loud person
I am bright
Colorful too
In 6th grade a teacher at drama camp was upset because I dyed my hair
And cats did not have purple hair
Apparently
And now you too
Hold the black hair spray to my head
And try to justify
The pressure you want to release
By blacking our who I am
Despite my head telling me otherwise
I am not wrong
To be a human
Who feels so hard
Their heart drips
From their fingers
That also happen to write poetry
About exactly how I feel
Regarding
You

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