This husk is calm
Unmemorable and blank
But what lies within, is a mass of untamed vibrance and life
It begs to be seen
To be known
To be felt
Often blooming from atop my scalp
The color perceived as a warning or invite
The fiery red of anger and malice
The buttoned-down business of an earthy brown
The whimsical soft pink of a playful minx
The bombshell blonde of a glowing ball of hope
These colors cannot be whitewashed
They have seeped from my soul and cried out from within in protest and song
A battle cry of freedom from a voice drowned by society and pain
The world would wish me mute
A beige wall to be blended away
But each fresh breath breeds a new bloom that must be expressed
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