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I harshly cut my hair off
with large orange scissors
on a scorching hot Sunday afternoon -
Hotter than hell fire.
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I carry on cutting my hair
while more of my dreadlocks fall to the ground.
I begin to feel a light breeze.
Regret quickly runs in
and then I realise that
I impulsively cut my hair.
My hair,
My dreadlocks,
My crown.
I stood in front of the mirror
and felt like Samson when Delilah cut his hair -
powerless.
Except that I did this to myself.
And I ended up losing a part of myself.
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A Date With My Mind
PoetryTake a seat with my mind and see things from my perspective. My thoughts, dreams and wishes are revealed in this book as poems. I put my mind and heart into this, I hope that you'll love it as much as I do. #1 in Wattpadpoetry - 20 May 2021 #1 in Y...
