Black, blond, brunette,
Red stands out.
Flat, and straight
Waves are fake.
Curly hair tied back.
Restrained and unkempt.
My hair is apart of me,
Auburn, curly,
And wild.
Just like me.
I am wild and fierce,
No blade can pierce.
My bold insanity.
I hide behind my natural curtain,
No one looks underneath the mess of hair,
Though what could they compare?
My ferocity? Or my broken cries?
Hidden under curly hair a broken girl sits and stares,
A lie of boldness,
Alone.
Flat haired girls can break and are loved. Not I.
Blonde slates of hair,
Pristine and perfect.
Not one out of place.
Loved by boys.
The curls are out of place.
