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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Poems & Songs
- Published: 06/11/2020
Locks of Gold
Born 1973, M, from Ocoee, Florida, United StatesLocks Of Gold?
Born, with winter white hair to the scalp flowing off of her delicate shoulders onto the straps of her pink summer dress. Sunlight shone through each of her strands as they bound up and down floating on the wind as she hops from pool to pool of precipitation, left in the pot holes of her home’s driveway after the morning rain. As the four year old turned five her beautiful mane slowly transformed from white frost to white gold, holding its beauty, luster and bounce. By age ten, while awaiting a growth spurt, the winter turned summer colors eased into autumn. White, turned gold now offered tans and even browns. Born a beautiful swan, the ugly duckling stage followed as she grew in size but had yet to gain height. Her curled brown tresses didn’t do much for her self esteem either. Progressively, a year later she took baby steps towards puberty, starting to grow vertical again. Older sibling introduced her to a magic bottle as well. Its contents were known to restore gold to the hair of the blonde and beautiful. Armed with this new practice of coloring, dying, highlighting and tinting the beauty went through life with the perfect hue of happy hair. Age she did, as we all do, and now those whites turned blonde, turned brown were turning white again. The exception being that these whites were strong, bristly and wiry. They didn’t conform to normal styling, curling or ironing. They became more of a problem than the brown yet they blended in, but she knew. With her age had come wisdom and a lessening of foolish pride and vanity. She understood and grudgingly accepted the circle of life and beauty. Beautiful she had always been while transforming and evolving along the way. Youth slowly fades but some beauty is endless, inside she was just as winter white or golden as she had ever been. Still she goes to the salon and they turn back the clock with the magic in those bottles. I smile on and shake my head from side to side because to me she is always beautiful. Winter white, summer gold, fall brown or silver fox she will forever be a fox to me and those locks will be forever gold.
Locks Of Gold?
Locks of Gold(Cam Rascoe)
Locks Of Gold?
Born, with winter white hair to the scalp flowing off of her delicate shoulders onto the straps of her pink summer dress. Sunlight shone through each of her strands as they bound up and down floating on the wind as she hops from pool to pool of precipitation, left in the pot holes of her home’s driveway after the morning rain. As the four year old turned five her beautiful mane slowly transformed from white frost to white gold, holding its beauty, luster and bounce. By age ten, while awaiting a growth spurt, the winter turned summer colors eased into autumn. White, turned gold now offered tans and even browns. Born a beautiful swan, the ugly duckling stage followed as she grew in size but had yet to gain height. Her curled brown tresses didn’t do much for her self esteem either. Progressively, a year later she took baby steps towards puberty, starting to grow vertical again. Older sibling introduced her to a magic bottle as well. Its contents were known to restore gold to the hair of the blonde and beautiful. Armed with this new practice of coloring, dying, highlighting and tinting the beauty went through life with the perfect hue of happy hair. Age she did, as we all do, and now those whites turned blonde, turned brown were turning white again. The exception being that these whites were strong, bristly and wiry. They didn’t conform to normal styling, curling or ironing. They became more of a problem than the brown yet they blended in, but she knew. With her age had come wisdom and a lessening of foolish pride and vanity. She understood and grudgingly accepted the circle of life and beauty. Beautiful she had always been while transforming and evolving along the way. Youth slowly fades but some beauty is endless, inside she was just as winter white or golden as she had ever been. Still she goes to the salon and they turn back the clock with the magic in those bottles. I smile on and shake my head from side to side because to me she is always beautiful. Winter white, summer gold, fall brown or silver fox she will forever be a fox to me and those locks will be forever gold.
Locks Of Gold?
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