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Messy

I wish to dance and be free

To let every inch of me down

Hair messy and no care

Me being lazy, 

I’ve done my share

To be just free

She needed to change
She could feel it
It was a necessity
So she let it

Her brown hair, was slowly becoming black
Her eyes, more brown than anyone could ever dream of
Deep inside she’s the same
Outside, different

And so her chestnut is no more
Her transformation, complete
She is now known as the girl with jet black hair

Cut

Slash!
Snip, snip, snip

Down it falls
Long and longer she let it grew
Now was the time of rebirth
Starting anew

Down it goes
Her crowning glory renewed

New

There is something new

With the look on your face

The way you smile

The way you walk and talk and whistle

Something’s got you going

Something’s really new

It’s not just your hair

It’s the whole of you

Whatever has got you going

Making you feel and look all new

It’s working perfectly

And I wouldn’t have it any other way

Fine Tooth Comb

a fork for a comb to untangle my messy hair

you look at me with curiosity

as if I’m some sort of monstrosity

my long red hair flows with grace

as my make shift comb glides smoothly

I tend to enchant, to capture

before my feet would leave me

before the sun sets on the third day

before it’s too late

So I sit near the lagoon

where the moon shines bright

I comb my hair with my make shift comb

hoping to captivate the Prince

who’ll save me from the sea

I Never Gave A Lock of Hair

I never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,
Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully,
I ring out to the full brown length and say
‘Take it.’ My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot’s glee,
Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree,

As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow’s trick. I thought the funeral-shears
Would take this first, but Love is justified,—
Take it thou,—finding pure, from all those years,
The kiss my mother left here when she died.

– Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Wind Swept

I remember how your dark brown hair

danced as the wind caressed it

I could not help but stare

somehow you can just magically work it

As your hair falls back in the right place

you look as fresh as can be

You move with such magnificent grace

that not only I can see

 

I remember your eager and warm smile

that greets the gloomy day

Turns the day brighter and causes a great many to be beguiled

you can be so enchanting, if I may say

And you seem not to notice these little things

as you walk with vibrance, such ease

You don’t notice what joy it brings

and how you can weaken a girl’s knees

 

You have etched yourself in history

like none has ever done before

Yet still you hold such mysteries

impossible, just impossible to ignore

Your charisma and elegance, blows me away

your laugh, always half-hearted

Spins me around as I walk and sway

and all the while you hold to me as this story has just started

…..As Many as the Stars

Do not look for what you do not have

for there will be many

But look at what you have ; you’ll see that there’s plenty

Learn to be contented

instead of asking for more

Learn to be thankful and you’ll find happiness

a constellation to explore

Count your blessings and you’ll be surprised

there are as many as the stars in the sky

You’re blessings are as many as the grain of sand

uncountable as your hair strands

Unfathomable and as deep as the ocean

there is just one too many

Whenever you think you have nothing

look up at the stars, feel the sand on your feet

let you hair down and swim the ocean

For that is how much you have

and always…always, count your blessings

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