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Snip Snip
She's staring at me in horror
Snip Snip
My hair is growing shorter
Snip Snip

'You look like a boy, Ash'
Got a haircut that took me forever to get.
nyleda Apr 14
leads to rash decisions

like how a pile of snipped hair
is laying
next to a pair of scissors

at least it can grow back
I got my first masculine haircut today
:) :) :)
A poem every day.
eva-mae Nov 2019
I cut all my hair off yesterday.
8 inches of golden rays gone.
The blunt ends now sit upon my collarbones.
it’s softer.
I like it.
He is the short haircut
I have always loved
that never suit my face
yet would still get
every single time anyway
hoping one day,
it miraculously would.
Laura Mar 2019
I rub my hands
Along my scalp
I watch the hair
Fall in the sink
Bleach blonde hair
With mousey brown roots
Locks upon locks
Falling to the sink
I tell myself I'm brave
I can do this
My hair will grow back
Yet I still cry
As I watch all the hair
That he touched
Fall to the sink
The hair that he stroked
The hair that he pulled
The hair that he brushed
out of my eyes
I watch him leave my head
Along with the last thing he touched
My hair
Aeryn Mar 2019
I want to cut my hair
I don't want to cut my hair

It weighs me down
drags me along the
trenches of gender stereotypes

People look at me,
"That's a girl."
And I'll turn the color
of diluted self-harm blood; pink.
Maybe I'll give
Being androgynous
a whirl.

It gets all knotty
I keep it in a dull, bland ponytail
I don't think it deserves more
Nor I

But if I cut it,
I'll still be in the stereotype

Another Queer!
Look there,
At their hair!
Probably gay,
By the way!

And what if I look stupid besides?
I have no freaking idea whether to cut it or not.
Addi Anderson Dec 2018
I pick up
the sharp blades,
and feel the weight
of a thousand things
fall of my shoulders.

I am cutting off
every little tie
that is left between us.
Each inch is
a memory.

You always did like my hair long.
This is kind of random, sorry guys.
There is a barber shop built on the ashes of Babylon,
where men lose their ******* with shame that skip to the fourth kid,

There once was place where Samson's hairstyle was a treasure map.
A place where lost man travel
Where David found no stone
where Noah built an Ark but storm never came.

When we pass through that place even the stars we use for direction disappear.
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