Ask a curly girl about her hair and shell tell you about her life
If you ask
A curly girl about her hair
You'll know that dying your hair isn't always the best idea
When I was in middle school
I dyed my hair every color of the rainbow
To stand out
Not only was it damaging my curls
It was slowly damaging me
Each color
Covered the insecurities
That started growing upon me
I was young
Not knowing kids my age could be so mean
Mean to the point where each color
Was no longer a reflection of me being different
More of me
Questioning how different I could be
So I turned to the scissors
Middle of my back
To shoulder length
Became my new look
It took me a while to get used to
But I liked it
I liked it a lot
*Unfinished*
YOU ARE READING
All in one
PoetryThree years worth of poetry all in one book. Deep diving into my poetry journals, poems written about love,pain,and everyday life. This book should make others feel as if they are not alone when it comes to there situations.
