You should be proud of your age
They scolded
Let your gray hair be seen
NO!
The two year old me cries
She remembers being punished daily
For decorating her face with Mommy’s lipstick
No! Hell NO!
The nearly eighty year old me cries
I’ve spent decades convincing that precious little girl
Not only is she safe
But the world most assuredly needs her
Born exuberant Joyful Playful Wise
And oh yes Colorful
My hair is red and purple and green
Oh so Beautiful
It opens conversations and connections
I dress like the Goddess I am
Purples and Oranges and Greens and Turquoises
I dance through life inviting others to join in
Coloring outside the lines
About the Creator
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