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i want long curly mermaid hair that hugs my shoulders, but i also want a big ‘ol afro massive enough to create a gravitational pull on nearby objects, and i want pin-straight hair in a high ponytail that makes me look like a bitchy blonde secretary with an equestrian hobby, but i also want a buzz cut with a built-in alarm clock and when i hear it i shoot out of bed, march into the forest, and photosynthesize.
i want to dye it deep purple and green like some ornate water fowl, but also a deep red proportionate with the blood of my enemies, or maybe a pink and blue pastel balayage that reminds me to always eat dessert first.
i want oxford shoes in black and white, or in tan, with smart little stitches, but i also want gladiator sandals that make people think i might have armor on until they get close enough to be stopped, and i want loud sneakers made, not for concrete, but for two pairs of wheels under them, and i also want boots so long i can throw out all my pants, but i also want velvet combat boots, and really classy black high heels sharp enough to raise the dead.
i really want an entire closet of white linen clothes so i can always have that dumb rich lady look on my face, but i also want draping lace blouses the sun can shine through when i jump over that creek in my latin childhood, and i want crop tops that make my neck more attractive than my boobs, but i also want the boobs. maybe, i even want them to peek out of the bottom a little bit.
i want stiff shirt collars, no collars, and dog collars with the y2k spikes, and i want my heart shaped buttons to have a tense conversation with the mouth of my gold plated zippers. i need a harness that reminds you i can be moved, but only if you’re clever enough to know i don’t mean physically.
i want tight skirts that blur a movie screen so that you hear them before you see them, and long pleated skirts to tuck in all my dress shirts and sweaters so that i give off a vibe of innocence, but my lipstick begs to differ, and i want shiny rubber pants, but then id have a lot of power, and with power comes responsibility for things i’ve only considered dabbling in once or ten times.
i want a bespoke suit that throws out the idea of boobs all together, and i want it in a green so dark the forests will whisper “i’m home”, or a blue so soft the sky will give up. i also want it in the classic black with guns and knives hidden in all the pockets along with a glass-etching laser, a box with a single cigarette left inside, and a crumbled up note with ten or so smudged digits.
i want a satin dress that knows everything about me and kind of blinds you while i sing on a stage, but i also want a soft cotton long sleeve dress that trails the ground like flame at an overlord’s footsteps, and i want a dress with my african ancestry screaming in every vivid thread as it comforts me with the willingness to cry about how beautiful life is.
i’d like to smell like roses, but like real ones that you sometimes find dew, or the occasion bug, on, and i want to smell like vanilla and laughter, but i also want to smell like sawdust and cold air that dries out your eyes. i want to smell like sex and sugar while holding a murderous look in my eyes like the evil people in soap operas, and i want to smell like fireworks and dynamite so you know i’m coming from a mile away, or i want a smell that embodies the ocean and makes you want to swim for your life without forgetting the salt that brought you here in the first place.
so, um, what’s my style?
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