I was born
Blond, and I clung to that color
To the point of delusion.
It started normal, calling it dark
Blond, but childhood turned
To youth, and dark
Blond turned to brown.
I guess I can’t entirely blame him.
Blond is society’s standard, too.
He didn’t invent adoring
Blond. But he did turn like to love
For the first time for me.
And there’s no way he even remembers
Saying this, but one time after
Seminary, he told me that
Blond, long, curly
Hair was the best kind.
For years
I couldn’t cut
My hair.
When we fell out, I started calling my hair
Brown as an act of rebellion. That’s
The power of knowing the truth.
He’s marrying a
Blond woman this year,
And some days I just can’t
Help feeling sixteen.
Elizabeth Day is an author, poet, blogger, and playwright from Las Vegas, Nevada. Her work has been featured in The Just Girl Project, Empyrean Literary Magazine, Contemporary Jo, Hey Young Writer, and Fterota Logia. She is a student at Southern Utah University studying English education with a creative writing emphasis and double minors in theater and film. You can find her on Instagram @itsanadventur.
Featured image by Averie Woodard.
