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#shorthair
i went to the doctor today i cried before i went in not because of the doctor but because of my father he tells me i have to grow my hair out i have to be a good little girl i'm not his little girl i was only pretending i am me genderqueer short hair i will not grow out my hair for his ****** up ideals of the perfect daughter when i am not his daughter at all
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
i am me
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, think, "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 Here, Another Queer! Look there, At their hair! Probably gay, By the way! And what if I look stupid besides?
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
My Hair
I cut my hair short. I got more peace inside. No makeup on my face, No fake confidence in my heart.          I am no longer that little girl, Who would ask a boy "You like my hair long or short?" I am no longer that little girl, who acts accordingly to please a boy. I cut my hair because it’s my hair.        I am just who I am. The less I own, The less I can hide. The more I throw away, The more I can have.        To stop acting like a wanted girl, To have more time in my life, To gain more peace in my heart, I cut my hair short like a male. I am a woman who I love.
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
No Longer a Stereotype
I cut my hair short Now I am light-headed .
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
Short Hair
(monsoon moments 1) The lively colors of summer have faded Blazing May afternoons have ended, Clear skies are now ash-blue, sometimes blae Blooming with soggy grayish ***** of cotton, Ever ready to burst with crystal drops... Monsoon winds blow.......then rain follows Big, heavy, noisy raindrops hit the roof, They pour longer........inundate the streets Making them impassable.......................but I'm raring to be out there when it falls, Let its cold touch, give me goose bumps... And waken every nerve in me... Let it wash away the heat and humidity from my body Let its steady flow, drench my short hair, flat to my skull, Let it compress my long-running indecision: do I, or do I not? I'd wait for all these to slide down and join the wet ground For, I want to walk around....soaking wet, and barefooted, Feel the grass.......subservient to the downpour I want to dip and wiggle my toes in the softened soil, 'til floodwater reaches my ankle 'til I'm one with earth and water And then I... Would feel unburdened, When I come in From the rain... Sally Copyright June 9, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
MONSOON
I'll sleep through this life Like you did the past Lost last lover's loquacious longing And your lazy laconic lies Just little faux pas kisses On shallow sallow empty lips
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
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