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Stuart Robertson - Photographer
Green hair on fire
She was always given two choices-
Do as we say
Or face the consequences
Teenage rebel
Took life’s knocks hard
Leaving dusty scores to settle
Along with marks of those times
Some given and others voluntary
A litany of scars
To reflect upon in later years.
The final act of family farce
On a balmy spring-time night
Dyed hair set alight
By a father’s ceaseless rage
A war of wills brought to
A head
Doors slammed
And this time for good
On choking wordless guilt
An old man left alone
With his regrets and
Empty inheritance
Now there’s a woman
With a fire in her guts
Proudly sporting rainbow locks.
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