staying young

i can't be blonde
anymore
she tells you
staring at the roots
in her scalp
where she parts her
thinning hair.
i'm done with dye
and keeping
the grey out.
i'm going to let
my age show.
rebel against
the culture
of youth. these
wrinkiles,
these furrows
in my brow, i've
earned. the stiffness
in my back,
the bags
under my eyes.
all of it is who
i am, who i've
become and was meant
to be.
love me this way,
or go. it's time
be free from this
madness of staying
young.