I don’t mind that people dye their hair, but why did someone mind that I didn’t dye mine. At the moment I have chosen to not worry about the grey starlight in my hair…
Grey and white streaks
begin to lace themselves through my hair
I embrace
the signs of wisdom
chasing through me there,
And all around me others dye
and tease their hair to conceal their age
but that is their affair.
I don’t mind that they want to do this
and hold onto their esteem
but why does one say to me
‘You should dye your hair
you look so ancient and so old’
I explain to her
when I was younger
I looked younger than my age
and am happy to embrace
the white and grey that now
dance through my life.
She cannot take a hint
and simply doesn’t understand
I don’t need a bottled colour
to conceal the process I’m now in
and now she wants to know the colour of my youth.
Why do so many worship forever staying young?
I am happy to see silver starlight
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Gumboootspearlz 
You have such a strong sense of self that many of us do not. You are an amazing woman, strong and wise. You are a woman to be held up to those of low esteem. I love you, June. Every post makes my heart sing!
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As with everyone I have moments of doubt but this is where peace begins I think, with the self and then radiating outwards.
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