Spindling fibers cascade down bouncing shoulders
As people stare at the lush and softness
Envy rises in the room
As a flip and twirl of the substance entrances others
Drawn to a smug smile
Heavenly material becomes the eye's fixation
A neglected soul finally becomes noticed
Due to lovely golden tresses
Moldable beauty
Pigtails
Ponytails
Curled
Permed
Braids
Creativity reflected and spun into magnificence
Thanks to some strands of confidence
Author notes
What I'm basically trying to say is that I love my hair because in a sort it shows how I can express my creativity and style. It's awesome how some people react to crazy hairstyles. This may be weird, but it's so important to me because I depend on my hair to help with part of my confidence.
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
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I loved it. I understood its meaning the moment I read the last line. I'll never look at hair the same way again.
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I completely agree, I always had my hair bright red and spiked, so people would stare. Course, now that I'm bald they stare more. . . anyway. I think this is a beautiful poem, I love the last two lines especially, as well as the list of hair styles. Wonderful!
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