Blond Secrets (by James Leland Ludeau III from Lafayette,LA)

as the bleach stings my scalp
i feel myself morphing
into the icy cold blond icon
it's like a suit of armor
not everyone gets it
fewer like it
but it's a shield
many have used it as a guise
disguised
and they have fallen prey to it
not me
i was a blond tyke
so there's something innocent about it to me
i an attracted to things that reflect Light
my hair is a metaphor for my life
dark underneath
light on top
a dark past gives way to a brighter future
it's a battle
a struggle
it's a fight to keep up
but i love it
i'm a slave to it
but not a victim
there's a secret to being blond
you gotta be tough