Change yourself, they said.
People will like you better.
But I liked myself
So I dyed my hair red.
Promises of jobs and men,
A life of ordinary days.
But I have my own ordinary
So I dyed my hair crimson.
You and I may not have met,
Just glances across the room
But I have my own eyes
So I dyed my hair scarlet.
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