Moving forward, just not sure where we're going, but at least we're having a swell time when we do it.
When my hair was red and I spoke,
People listened.
But the words they heard
Were tainted, because my words did not fit.
They did not fit how I looked.
They did not fit what people expected from me.
Change my hair,
Cut it short
Let it go gray,
Now I can say the same words.
And this time they are okay.
This time I am allowed to say them.
This time my words fit people’s expectations.
My heart,
My mind,
And my soul
Remained constant.
But change my hair, and somehow
That changed everything.
Daily prompt- Binding Judgement