Cheryl Townsend
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I've never changed
the color of my hair
to try and find myself
looking always but not
there
I was promiscuous
but it was searching
under sheets for my lost
understanding
Men came and went
like stockings with
runners or used tampons
discarded
I thought a child
would show me who
but that was fleeting
Then he held up
a full-sized mirror
and I looked into it
and questioned what I saw
Today I paint pictures
water color past
My hair is still as red
as when