Hair a Deep Vermillion
Hair
a deep vermillion
with just a hint of orange
reaching almost to her waist
such shiny waves and curls
'twas the envy of other girls
but often they would call her names
their jealousy knew no bounds
it made her cry
she wondered why
her locks of deep vermillion
with just a hint of orange
instilled such hate from many
but despite the names they called her
she rose above these bullies
her deep vermillion hair of red
her crowning glory
she turned his head
now all grown up and so in love
with babies of their own
not one
not two
but three
and all with
hair a deep vermillion
with just a hint of orange
reaching almost to their waist
they love their shiny waves and curls
despite the envy of other girls...
Written 20th November 2021
Contest "V"new or old
Sponsor Constance La France
2nd Place
Contest A STRAND (1044)
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2021
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