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Mind Over Matter - What I Never Said

Poetry

Here's a collection Of prose and (try-hard) poetry That contains all the things I never said. I hope the wind, the internet, or whatever Will carry my words to you Someday. (SLOW AND RANDOM UPDATES) - copyright ChristineLLY 2018

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Hair

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                                              Your hair was always tied up.
Sometimes it was a ponytail,
A bun, if you had
that extra band.
And sometimes, if you felt
good about yourself, 
Perhaps a bit fancy,
It would be a French braid,
Curling down your neck.
                          I remember once
You went to the barber
For a cut,
After which you received
A terrible mouth lash
From your Mother afterwards.
                          "How dare you cut the hair
That I gave you!"
She screamed.
"How dare you do it
Without my permission!"

                          "But it's my own hair!"
You argued.
But you never dared to cut it
Ever again.
                          You don't wash your hair often.
It's too thick and long,
It won't dry in time.
So it gathers the dust and grime and oil,
And strangely, it becomes smoother.
It's split ends are endless,
The knots take hours to battle and loosen.
They leave their presence in every room,
Your back hurts from bending over so much to
Sweep them clean.
                          You never understood why
Other girls let their hair down.
Singapore has such a hot weather,
Why suffocate yourself
In that black mess?
You don't let it down,
Because strands will always
Fall in front of your ear,
And you'll have to keep on
Brushing it back in place.