Yet Another Stab at Poetry
Got my hair chopped. Wrote a poem.
Goodbye long flowing locks of my youth.
Goodbye hair that got stuck under my armpit.
And in the car window. And, in the back of my shirt.
Goodbye hair that I rarely brushed. And never styled.
Goodbye, ponytails. You’ll miss me but I won’t miss you.
Hello, fun, fresh, youthful look.
Hello layers that are meant to look disheveled.
Hello lightness, and bounce, and angled strands.
I will wash you and wear you down every day. I swear it.
Hello sassy attitude.