I think I know why people truly like blond hair.

Most people think it is because it’s rare.

An aspect that allows individuality to stand above the rest.

Some kind of cultural trait meant to be chased.

All the more pleasing to the eye.

But people do not dye their hair white for the even more rare albino.

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Why is one chosen but not the other?

I say that the opposite is true.

So many people have blond hair as kids.

Born with bright locks if any at all.

Color morphing with the passing of the seasons.

Set to transition to the true form of itself.

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Even if people do not know it, they do not wish for the change.

It would mean accepting the time and loss.

The limit of youth visually falling into place.

The loss of a precious golden crown.

And while some are lucky enough to keep it for far longer.

Others dye it on themselves as a mere replica.

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The rejection of limits something nobody wants to accept.

I am faced with mine every day.

But those good memories remain.

Of when I was young and still had my crown.

That time that glows an almost sepia tone.

Perhaps one of these days I’ll dye my hair blond.