The longer I let my hair grow, the more stories it begins to know
It collects scents of wind and rain and flowers
It remembers each time its touched, put-up, or gathered
It learns the name behind my name
The past behind my eyes
The memories that I won’t speak to-
the truth of family lies
My hair recalls my sweat, my heat, my tears-that fall down down to my feet
It feels my fingers mindlessly searching,
tucking years behind my ears
It wonders too-
-when it turned dark brown, it told me it used to be a golden hue
My hair down to my shoulders
has captured rotations ‘round the Earth’s sun, each time I grew a year older
I thank my hair for holding on, to what I can’t remember
I thank it for preserving those forgotten moments, even those that were dead ends
I let it grow so it could flow all the way through me
But I’ll cut it off one more time,
to separate myself from previous lives,
To cut ties with my history
I’ll release its soul and start anew,
Besides I think
a shorter haircut suits me.
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC
The longer I let my hair grow, the more stories it begins to know
It collects scents of wind and rain and flowers
It remembers each time its touched, put-up, or gathered
It learns the name behind my name
The past behind my eyes
The memories that I won’t speak to-
the truth of family lies
My hair recalls my sweat, my heat, my tears-that fall down down to my feet
It feels my fingers mindlessly searching,
tucking years behind my ears
It wonders too-
-when it turned dark brown, it told me it used to be a golden hue
My hair down to my shoulders
has captured rotations ‘round the Earth’s sun, each time I grew a year older
I thank my hair for holding on, to what I can’t remember
I thank it for preserving those forgotten moments, even those that were dead ends
I let it grow so it could flow all the way through me
But I’ll cut it off one more time,
to separate myself from previous lives,
To cut ties with my history
I’ll release its soul and start anew,
Besides I think
a shorter haircut suits me.