"I hate my hair."
"Why? They're so pretty and straight. I bet all the boys love them."
Because they're not me. They're fake. They're not me. I am wild and untamed and raw and unafraid and free and real and my hair isn't like that. My mother got it treated so I could be plastic and so that little boys would flirt with me, but I hate my hair.
I hate it I hate it I hate it.
"They're just a bit hard to manage."
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
Poetry"You either get it down on paper or jump off a bridge." - Charles Bukowski Just snippets of stories I can't seem to get out of my head. All cover credit goes to the wonderful @mydearcc
