He took all that I had from me,
So I dyed red streaks into my hair.
He left me less than before,
So I chopped waist length hair
Into a boy-short pixie cut.
And time and time again,
I shaved the sides,
And dyed my hair
Purple
Green
Pink
And Auburn.
And he destroyed me
On a day to day
Basis.
So I went from brown
To black
To blonde
To pink.
And when he finally released
His hold on me,
I debated dying my hair
Lilac or periwinkle.
But instead,
I decided I would let my hair
Grow.
My hair will be long
And beautiful
And feminine.
I will be beautiful
And feminine,
And nothing like
You've seen me
Before.
And I can only hope
That with you
I will have no burning desire
To cut my hair
Or change my color.
I hope
With you
My hair may grow,
Within the dark reds and dark browns
That it has.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
He took all that I had from me,
So I dyed red streaks into my hair.
He left me less than before,
So I chopped waist length hair
Into a boy-short pixie cut.
And time and time again,
I shaved the sides,
And dyed my hair
Purple
Green
Pink
And Auburn.
And he destroyed me
On a day to day
Basis.
So I went from brown
To black
To blonde
To pink.
And when he finally released
His hold on me,
I debated dying my hair
Lilac or periwinkle.
But instead,
I decided I would let my hair
Grow.
My hair will be long
And beautiful
And feminine.
I will be beautiful
And feminine,
And nothing like
You've seen me
Before.
And I can only hope
That with you
I will have no burning desire
To cut my hair
Or change my color.
I hope
With you
My hair may grow,
Within the dark reds and dark browns
That it has.
Have you ever noticed that when a girl is done with you, she cuts or dyes her hair or changes it drastically? Well, I'm finally keeping my natural color and growing it out (though I will forever miss having pink hair), and I just hope that my Bluebird never gives me reason to change that. (I bet five bucks he won't ever give me reason to)
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