My Hair is Brown

Others argue my hair is black
but I know it was born and raised
the colour of brown earth
because roots don’t lie.
I can dye it every rainbow colour
but underneath I know it looks like
dark roast coffee and the warm
rich drizzle of velvety
chocolate decadence
on a biscotti biscuit.
and in the sun the red
shines through.
Oh, the red shines through
like a dessert explosion
of cherries jubilee
and smooth dark chocolate.
but what does it matter in the end
to argue, for the colours
of winter and wisdom will win.