her hair

I let my hair
go, she says
turning towards
the light.
I used to be blonde,
platinum, it
fell down
to my waist,
then I went
red. crimson
with curls.
I could turn
any head.
but I tired of
being young,
so this is where I
make my stand.
take me
or leave me,
love or hate me,
but this is
who I am,
every silver strand.