When I first saw you. Thought I'd never see, Another woman As beautiful as thee. As time began to strip away All your blonde array. The true colors of your life Revealed all your strife. Oh peroxide girl With dark brows. And black roots. I can see, now! Your actual verbs beneath your peroxide words. In hand a knife backing a peroxide life. What you are hiding Can't be so binding. What's so bad about your natural color? What's so sad about your natural life? Why was it so important to bleach your past? Did you think this new color would last? ________ © 2022 SDKilmer, LLC SDKilmer Com All Rights Reserved
S. D. Kilmer's Existential Writings of an Adoptee & Introvert