Gathering my hair
with my right hand
my left stretches
any one of my
multitude
collection
protection
array of
hair tamers
shamers
restrainers
to subdue strands
and protect consumers
of viands.
It's ingrained
my hair to be restrained
my covering
inconveniently drifting
where it it ought
not.
rebellious
wild
curling and coiling
subject to the
opinions of all
never smooth
enough
never curled
enough
never long
enough
rough ends
too short
too long
tuck behind
your ears
show off
your face.
Tie it back
cook dinner
hair in the food?
Must be on purpose.
Deliberate defiant
Tied up for your comfort
Tied back to avoid trouble
Tied into knots of compliance
with notes of defiance
and cords of regret.
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Judey Kalchik
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Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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Love it! Wishing my hair wasn't thinning and falling out in spots! I'm working on it! I told the dermatologist after hearing options, that I want my hair until I'm dead, and I don't expect that to be too many more years. So I need to be careful about what I do, after listening to some of her options.😉