A Redhead's Lament

Goodbye, my fair red blood head,

From colour deposited from dye that bled,

I say farewell, but not for long,

For summer shall come with anewed song.

Goodbye, my quirk, my charm, my spice,

My twinkle that shone from an ocean eye,

My will and spark that helped to entice,

And the smart mouth that never stood by.

Goodbye, my red hues, the thing that held so much,

To you it was hair, to me it was a beauty with colour and tone,

This is a proof to show, that as I thought, as such,

That freedom is a luxury, I am not allowed own.

Note to readers-

I dyed my hair red, a beautiful cherry red with a different coloured fringe, and to be honest. I looked good with it. I suited it. It was eye catching and glossy and beautiful. I had always wanted to dye my hair red. Unfortunately my school kicked up a fuss about it and threatened to expell me if it wasn't out by this weekend. Which is totally unfair because it says nothing in the school rules about hair colour. And about 5 other girls have hair as red as mine and it was dyed too. So I decided to write this poem to remember my hair. Sweet dreams, my hair, my glossy ocean swept mane.