The First Grey Hair
- a small poem
popped bright, now it sits/staring at me ruining / a perfectly brewed coffee
Why is it grey, again? it’s white its white is so white the whitewashed walls of my rented studio are embarrassed
it is half black indecisive or in deceive -my mind’s confusion reflecting in it
it must be a milestone shadowing the other firsts -permanent tooth, period, pimple
Which one is it? Too much sun? Too little protein? Oil? Or just too much sass?
should I clip it? but I can hear, loud clear the silence in its devil’s laugh - a follower of Karma
I can color it a rebel’s red until it scares away
but I won’t, the mature me will ignore it, forget it, live with it
after all, it’s the first grey hair
© M.D.B.
