Last night I'd dreamed That my hair dye Ran away from me, Faster than Road Runner From Wile E. Coyote I stopped and froze - my face aghast A boring old brunette I was once again, A sad little ghost Of my deep blue past
Self-expression is the key To me being me With my rainbow locks, And my funky socks If I can't have magical My Little Pony hair, Then what would I be?!
I used to be so monochrome No makeup "Just an ugly betty" I'd donned No cute and fun hues On her colour palette, Just more shades of grey That faded to black - Betty was always The habit rabbit
At first I said I wanted pink hair - But lots of "fun" women Have pink hair, So I'd told my stylist I wanted green But she knew colour theory Would muddy its sheen
I thought long, I thought hard And then - A spark Orange would certainly Be a light in the dark!
Who said I couldn't be a traffic cone? Or a carrot Bugs Bunny Munches on?
No yellow-bellied lizard here, Brown study Betty must take Her books elsewhere Scootaloo is tickled pink - And to think, She used to believe That she couldn't gleam!
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Somewhere between Scootaloo, magical hair, and colour theory—I found me. The joy of finally being a little loud on purpose. 🧡💕💚