I feel a kitsch to society. My exaggurated scarlett curls are the evidence. It wasn't even bequeathed- the rest of my family have hair an equivalence to the ghangis, and eyes as ripe as newborn tangerines- I stare menacingly at my hair with the blunt,and yet still uninherited , brown eyes rationed from the womb's compiled scraps of cell and poor pigment. If the human race hasn't even found it's nieche yet, what are the probabilities of me being able to? Talk about injustice
