15 August 2012
NORMALITY BE DAMNED.
I'm sorry for my hair, Mum, I know you are ashamed, I know there is a hint, in you, That thinks you should be blamed.
Essentially it's blonde-ish, But in so many different ways, A spectrum of blonde colours, That may leave you in a daze.
Starting at my roots, then: A russet sort-of blonde, Closest to my normal hair, Of which you're the most fond.
Then we move to light blonde: A light and happy hue, This colour should BE my hair, All the damned way through!
But then we get the crazy-bright, Which I know you do despise, It's bordering on white-ish blonde, Go on and shield your eyes...
Then we get to auburn-blonde, Oh yes, there still is more, The type that glints in autumn light, And shows you the what-for!
The bottoms, now are green-ish, Turquoise fades to this, With teeny hints of purple, Like a little violet kiss...
I'm sorry I'm a mess, Mum, Just turn away, don't clock it, Cause I ain't gonna change it- Cause actually I rock it!
50 Shades Of Heather's Hair. • Opuss № I