My roots are white and loud
shouting lies about my age
and the truth about my hiding it.
(Scribbled on a green note pad when I was due for a hair dye.)
A short poem.
LOVE. WRITE. LAUGH.
LOVE. WRITE. LAUGH.
My roots are white and loud
shouting lies about my age
and the truth about my hiding it.
(Scribbled on a green note pad when I was due for a hair dye.)
