the thing ive done - regretable.
with a head full of dreads i dread the fact that the old me is dead.
yet the lessons ive learned are unforgettable.
with scissors i will releallse my inhabitians.
i will close my eyes as if i were wishing.
i’ll wish away the lonliness, the broken heart, and the jilting.
with no hair i’ll give them sight to the real thing.
the slim pretty trill thing.
the breasts, they look like hills thing.
with eyes and intellect that could pay the bills thing.
India.Arie said it best, I AM NOT MY HAIR.