The Dumb Blond
My hair is gold silk,
A bright,
blinding,
blond.
When I walk by strangers,
they whisper,
“There’s no brain just air,
That girl with blond hair.”

I’m an amazing book,
with a dull worn out cover.
People glance at me,
then walk by.
Never to be read,
never given a try.
People always assume,
I’m just a fool.
But they’re wrong.
Every,
Last,
One!
My intelligence is enormous,
superior than your head!
All you have is boulders,
your brain,
is just,
dead!
“She’s lucky,
she’s stunning.”
People snicker behind,
my back.
Shortly after the jerks say,
“She’ll never,
amount to,
anything.
Never, no way.”

Well I’ll prove them wrong.
I’ll show them one day.
The blond they think is dim,
will be their ruler,
That serves,
her every,
whim.