My dense brow, cursed hairs
dark with your DNA.
I sit, stare, dare not pluck
a single follicle.
I see the blatant looks;
they don’t ask, but I know
secretly they wonder
why the girl with wild brows
would keep them. But you know,
wherever you may be.
You’ll see my sacrifice:
fashion for loyalty,
looks for love.
Apr 9, 2010
Apr 9, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
My dense brow, cursed hairs
dark with your DNA.
I sit, stare, dare not pluck
a single follicle.
I see the blatant looks;
they don’t ask, but I know
secretly they wonder
why the girl with wild brows
would keep them. But you know,
wherever you may be.
You’ll see my sacrifice:
fashion for loyalty,
looks for love.
(c) 2009 Michelle Campbell