Black, White, and Red

~based off of my narrative paragraph~

We begin with black hair

                And the whims of a spontaneous mind.

Black hair is the hair of enchanters and mysteries.

The darkness was the impulsive decision

Of the girl who has yet to learn to be a woman –

                What it means to be mature

                And convey the wisdom and knowledge

                Of an age far ahead of one’s own.

The deed was done and the girl saw contrast

Between her raven locks and the paleness of her skin;

                And her skin is very pale.

She is the modern Snow White,

The girl of black tresses with near-white skin.

She was led to boldness, spurred on by others,

To a step that the girl had never taken before.

Delicately,

Daintily,

With a small blaze of determination,

She swept the pool of red against her lips.

She walked out of the door,

                Into the open and vulnerable,

Wearing something bold and audacious,

                Blatantly brash

                Upon her normally neutral lips.

Walking down the sidewalks,

                Self-conscious of her lips,

                Daring against black and white,

A smile creeps up along her lips,

Red –

                The adventurous end result

                Of a black-haired beginning.