I've always been asked whether and why
I like to wear my hair loose in my face
Or neatly pulled back with a tie
And I've smiled and said "both"
But I know why I like my hair left loose
For it shields my face and keeps me hidden
From the world that stares and creeps
While with my hair pulled back,
I'm so exposed and vulnerable
And they know if I'm sad, so they fake a condolence
Or if I'm happy, so they take it away
But sometimes, I purposely pull them all off of my face
So I see my world clearer
And judge them people better
And portray myself brisker
And be potent and keep my happiness and sadness
Well guarded with me.
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~Nida
