Let your True Colors Soar
True Colors Poem
Let your True Colors Soar
Born a babe with hair of flame
My mother knew then I would never be tame.
Together with eyes most definitely gray,
She hoped they would forever with me stay.
As happens with life, neither did last,
Eventually becoming part of my past.
My hair to auburn quickly did go,
Though my eyes’ change to green was surely more slow.
At 15, a friend held out a bottle of hair dye
And, oh joy!, the colors did fly!
Even if not all were impressed
Once, my hair even matched my purple prom dress!
When as an adult I entered the workforce,
They told me, “No crazy colors, of course!”
So with a new box and a great heavy sigh
For many long years, I bid my colors goodbye.
Now, with my child at home I do stay,
And my inner riot of color I no longer betray.
With sweet smelling promise from bottles so bright
In pink, purple, red, or blue I always delight!
Whether for mood, holiday, or season,
My hair color changes for so many a reason!
I no longer worry if someone is not impressed
Because my inner me is more fully expressed.
The point of my story is to beg and implore:
Find some way, any way, to let your true colors soar!
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