I used to like my hair
The way that it flowed
How the light caught it's highlights
Then came middle school
Now I'm expected to be perfect
My Hair
Flys in front of my eyes
Is dull and thick
But I still won't cut off all of
My Hair
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryIdeas, thoughts, guides, suggestions, sheer nonsense and randomness of my bad (but sometimes good) brain. This book will never be completed because I will never stop thinking.
