Grey Strands

You are a woman
with grey strands on your head
But you should dye them,
as you are not married yet

For their sons,
greys  is the color of flair
being Richard Gere or George Clooney
is a cool affair

But girl there is something
that you must know
in greys you look gruesome,
a mother of four

They know he won’t hear
his mother otherwise
so she has become submissive
and decided to call him a man so wise

Girl, you must be polished
in brown or black but not grey
with those imperfections
 there can’t be any foreplay

They wonder how perfect their son is
prudent in worldly matters
He has hump on his stomach, to eat from
when stranded alone in a desert

Dear girl, you should be flawless
overflowing with plastic like a mannequin
so that some unknown king from faraway
can approach you to be his queen

Dear mothers of sons
 and men of colored strands
a woman is known to be perfect
when in adversities, she firmly stands

She is not a Barbie on display
She doesn’t want to dye her head
she finds them beautiful
Why this hideous act?

Being Dented painted waxed polished
with no marks and greys is not her duty
there is more to her
than this ever fleeting beauty

She loves her grey
and fondly calls them her silvers
and probably in years to come
she may be waiting eagerly for  famous ‘wrinkles’…

G is for Grey Strands on April 5,
A-to-Z-Challenge

P.S. This post is dedicated to those who have a bias for the color of grey!
P.P.S. Let her be the way she wants, she is beautiful with her imperfections.