Passing

( viralblog )

It's all about passing

as something you're not.

The passing can be as significant as

a pauper passing as a prince,

or

as subtle as passing as a blond

when your naturally blond

locks

have begun to dull and face.

I am a woman who strives

for utter truth,

and yet I do it --

I dye my hair.

"I am a true blond,"

I insist

as I await touch-ups

and highlights.

Or at least I was

                          a blond

a decade ago,

or a century ago,

or two.

Born blond, that's me,

and now, I pass

as blond and hopefully appear to be

younger, too,

than I really am.

(  aoltv )

Yes, I'm sitting here, awaiting

color and cut

and admiring the handiwork

of this salon --

4 years straight

voted best in town.

And I'm looking at my fellow

salon clients,

eyebrows slathered in dye,

heads all wrapped in foil,

baking under space-aged dryers,

and I think:

There's no fooling anyone here:

We're all just passing

or trying to pass 

as something we'd much prefer

to be.

A past self we always took for granted;

a future self always changing.

Some of us, if we're lucky

will find

that on the way to passing

each other,

we'll find

ourselves

( allposters )