It should not really matter, but it does;
No matter what, I'm still a girl, although
A girly girl I never really was.
No time to fuss, I'm either on the go
Or planted somewhere with a book. How I
Might look has been of less concern to me
Than how I feel. It's strange, then, that some dye
A new haircut and styling goop can be
Transformative. I've never gone this dark
Nor curly, nor high-maintenance, could this
Somehow be one more odd attempt to mark
That I'm no longer some young chick? I miss
Those years not one bit. So why should I care?
But I have got to say, I love my hair!