25 MAR 2017 AT 19:25

Growing Old, Chapter 1: Grey Hair

Most days while staring at the mirror a fraction too long, I catch a glimpse of you. One here, one there.
You look majestic like the silver lighting in a cloudy sky.
I should be in awe of you.
And when I touch you, you feel strong, not frail or fragile like expected.
But I guess I am more frail.
I hide you.
I am ashamed of you.
The truth is you are a minority now and I will humiliate you, oppress you, deny your existence in spite of my feminism and liberal thinking.
My boyfriend says he loves you.
I believe him. But you see I can't accept you, not just yet.
But when you grow more, more strong, and become the majority, I will surrender to your existence.
May be even flounder you proudly.
Not just yet. Maybe someday when I am older and wiser.

- Shoonya