Blonde Sky

When you were born your hair was as blonde as the sky that day.
Your body was fresh and innocent.
And you had been gifted like the sun.
It was hard not to see how perfect you were.
As you grew you had been taught how special you were and this was hard to contain.
Your rage when slight changes happened in your world was like a hurricane to some, and a mild temper to others.
When you found love however, you had been taught by all of this rageous containment and passionate love expression, not to bribe others to love you but to randomly act with kindness.
However such randomness became tamed as you stopped fighting the jealous world around you and you grew your hair to the floor so that you could give it away as if it were a ray of sunlight that could cure disease itself.
An expectation of happiness in others that was nothing short of Godesslike, was expressed everyday in your smile and thankfulness for your three beautiful blonde children.
As you aged and your hair browned and greyed slightly you was still all too bright in the eyes of your brunette husband and those around you, who know they don't need to try and beat you anymore, in anyway because you are only as perfect as you could be.