Long, straight, brown,
She's plain, quiet, shy
She needs a change
Alone in a room
With a bottle of deep red dye
A burgundy like wine
Layers caress her head now
Not good enough.
Another bottle of dark liquid
The color of a midnight sky
Transforms innocent girl into dark angel
Scissors run viciously through dark locks;
A pixie cap of nighttime hair remains.
Her emotions a calmly raging sea inside.
Loss of hair, loss of love.
As time ticks on, her loss dwindles
As hair grows back, she begins to feel restless.
Will she cut it again?
She doesn't know.
A brighter, happier color this time;
A golden color with strawberry tints,
Her hair a gold halo around her face.
With her loss nearly gone
A cinderblock weight is lifted.
Color washes out
Undecorated, pure brown is back.
Not plain, not ordinary
And just what she needed to be
She's extraordinary, bold, and brave
She doesn't need to change.