Advice For Sixteen Year Old Girls with Blue Hair or Things Your Mother Never Taught You

When the sadness comes, don’t welcome it in.
Let it stand outside your door all night in the pouring rain and don’t pay attention to the rapid knocking. After a while, it will stop
but its presence will continue to be a welcome mat outside your front door.
Start wiping your feet on its chest,
start wringing it out in the dirt,
start using the back door instead.
When the sadness comes, tell it to leave.
Hold its bones in the palms of your hands
and say, “You do not belong here.”
Pack its bags and call it a cab home.
Do not tell it to text you when it gets back safely,
do not text it goodbye. Do not pass go.
Do not look back.
It will look like your mother’s graying temples,
like the faint lines on your best friend’s thighs.
It will begin to carry your own face
so when it comes, avoid mirrors,
or else you’ll begin to doubt your own reflection.
Or else, you’ll begin to doubt your own existence.
When the sadness comes, do not believe a word it says.
Assume everything is a lie
and keep it movin’.
Block its number from your phone. Hide all of the evidence.
When the sadness comes, know that you can do so much better.
Do not drape it over your shoulders at the first sign
of a draft. Do not snuggle up to its grasp in your bed.
Do not cling to its dusty trails because you know
you can do better.
You are so much better.
When the sadness comes, look away.
It can sense fear.
When the sadness comes, prepare for the worst
and protect yourself.
When the sadness comes, fight.

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kiki nicole

Kiki Nicole is a poet currently residing in Portland, OR. Their work has been featured on The Pulp Zine, Bitchtopia Magazine, and Voicemail Poems. Find more of their writing at

3 thoughts on “Advice For Sixteen Year Old Girls with Blue Hair or Things Your Mother Never Taught You”

  1. From a blue, fuchsia, white and purple haired ‘not 16’ year old:
    Very powerfully written. I’d add, when the sadness comes, know you are not lesser, if you accept illness is part of life, and doctors may not have all the answers, but they have some of them.

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