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Red! they said
A shock of a lock on my head
when I was born in a family where it wasn’t the norm
I compare with my hair a ladybird landed up there
At crimson shell and cardinal dome I stare
Then baulk at the sight. My hair is not red, it’s not right
It’s not natures bold warning, a red-light in the night
No colour of stop, luftballoon pop, stain of a fight
Brown! I said
But knew it not true: a shade in stead,
One not so ‘exotic’: camouflage, façade, though slightly quixtotic
For strangers, the world, all joined in the lark
Complicit, conspiring, compliments in the park
Of how lucky, how lovely, how wonderfully RED!
A nod of recognition from another ‘red-head’
Taunts of hot-headed anger, prowess in bed
Yet one day the sun changed colour through smoke
A cloudy day of reckoning awaited when I woke
My sister and I so different in visage, the dark and the fair
Proved shockingly familiar in the genes that we share
A likeness disliked by us both: the early onset of aging hair
Grey I’ll not say!
Not give it its due
It’s even less me than the other darn hue
From the ashes: resolve. I relent. My eyes closed I see
through eyelids when the sun hits my face – its me
It’s there again at the end of the day
when the clouds glow I’ve found my way
It’s streetlights at night, a monarch, my jam,
Now more smoke than flame, it is who I am
Orange! I say
It’s always been there, my hair
Now speak its true name, my name, the one and the same.
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