Strand-jagged brown
falling in the way
flip and return
like the emo in denial
walk by quickly
avoiding, so easy
when you're covered
so easy to blame
wind for my face
its not that i
don't like you
its not that i
hate all you stand for
my hair just falls
in the way, accident
purely, accidental
as i rush to the next thought
elastic trial offer
but i wouldn't settle
thick and soft
i let it slip, back to the same
same same, the same
old thing
tired of resistance
and letting the monster
devour my face.
think what you like.
i'm done with caring.
peer from behind
and laugh at the nasty wig
we share.
Author notes
Hair is a pain. That's all I can say.
A contest entry
- Give Me a Head of Hair by iamlost.
600 points, ended May 1, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is great, I love the tone in this, how hair is seen as important but it really is such a pain. I love lines
"same same, the same
old thing
tired of resistance
and letting the monster
devour my face."
Thank you for this wonderful entry!
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this is different but i like it
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