Yet Another Stab at Poetry

Got my hair chopped. Wrote a poem.

Haircut 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.
Goodbye vanity.

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.
Hello freedom.

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