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When the white came
I cursed it
I pulled it
I tried to hide it.
I felt ashamed
The white was telling me
You’re getting old
You’re getting weak.
Other heads won’t turn to gaze at you
You will blend into a sea of white
With no distinction
They will call you ‘dear’
Like the other white heads.
But I chose silver
Shiny, glinting, reflecting
Freeing me
To say what I want
To love how I want
To dress like a hippie
And not wear a bra.
I sometimes say
The F-word.
And I like it.
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