My hair?
It has turned red, pink, purple and a certain kind of depressing,
yet electric blue in the right light (and so much more).
There was just enough of it when I was born.
Then it grew, my god did it grow.
Reflecting blue skies, green fields, pink cotton candy,
always refractive in water water.
Almost magical and wild.
Always wild.
It went from baby blue, baby pink to a punk pink pretty quick.
With red streaks.
Those red streaks, which you could see a mile away.
It turned Pale Orange when my parents fought
Bright light blue when I did a whole length underwater while holding my breath.
Bright light green when my father took the training wheels off of my cycle.
Cool blue with streaks of violet as my brother and I roller bladed through the neighbourhood.
A bloody yellow when I was molested and raped
Red when I was loved.
So many years of red.
A whiter shade of pale blue - yellow when I was cheated on and humiliated by lovers and “leaders”
Golden when I won races and excelled in what I loved.
Glittery when I wrote or painted.
Electric; as if it was mixed with the colours of the galaxy, when I was high, singing or laughing
My hair stopped reflecting colours for a white when I moved out of my home.
But it Soon learnt to make its own colours.
It was charcoal black when my sisters bodies burned. '
The soot strains have still not left my heart.
A violetish-blue hue when I lived alone and within myself
Rainbow when I taught school children for years
Pink when I learned to love again
Purple when I learned to lead
Lavender when I found love
Transparent when the dead and divine spoke to me.
Green when I got divorced.
Pink when it all worked out
Red when I found passion, direction and love (lots of it)
Golden when I professionally drove Jaguars for fun
or stood on my own two feet as an artist,
through sheer grit and determination and love.
It’s funny how our childhood hues come back when we most need it.
But, life goes on.
Grey when I lost all hope
Bright Yellow when I found it back
Rainbow again, guess why?
Life goes on.
What is life without hope, love and bravery?
I once had a two white dogs with black markings,
a white dog with brown spots,
a black dog, a brown dog and a salt - pepper dog too,
I now have a unicorn dog as well!
My mother’s head has seen a riot of colours
and all the shades of grey and blue you can imagine. S
She keeps changing it around for fun too.
Someday, I will learn to do that.
She is hopeful.
Ever hopeful, giving, smart, optimistic, leading and loving.
My fathers hair started greying in his 20’s .
A gorgeous grey streak through his head.
Think that made him braver.
Well, he’s always been brave.
He’s almost bald now, still the same,
generous, gregarious, intelligent,
magnanimous, strong, loving human being.
There is no wisdom in hair colour.
Life goes on.
Grey when I lost all hope
Bright Yellow when I found it back
Rainbow again, guess why?
Life goes on.
What is life without hope, love and bravery?
