When my hair was red and I spoke,
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.
And my soul
But change my hair, and somehow
That changed everything.