Tuesday Watson Poet Rhyme

A boycut

My hair too long, 
To match what I felt, 
With hair you can identify someone like an animal by its pelt, 
My hair would match the song, 

 

The song in my soul, 
I begged my dad, 
He agreed hoping I would be glad, 
And when my hair was cut off, my soul was whole. 

 
Whole for the first time, no more rip between my looks and heart, 
I looked like a boy, 
Most girls would weep but I was flooded with joy, 
Most girls would see the hairstyle as a mistake but for me I looked at my reflection as if it was a work of art, 

The long hair was gone and so was my ache, 
I felt real; I felt like me. 
This haircut brought me lakes that turned to oceans of glee… 
I did not feel fake. 

 

This cut most boys would wear, 
This cut was like gold to a poor man, 
This cut was like a pale girl finally getting her long-wished tan. 
This haircut reelevated an ache I almost couldn´t bear. 

 

I finally felt like I was in the light… 
My soul, my heart, my looks aligned like stars, 
All finally leaving the cage with its long-haired bars. 
This cut carried me over the mountain and into the valley of delight. 

 

Many may never understand my joy, 
Many may never understand why a young girl wished for such a haircut, 
Many may never understand how the sharp pain that disappeared in my gut. 
Many may never understand why a girl would wish to look just like a boy. 

 

But I understand and I knew I rose out of the shadow casted by shoulder length hair, 
But I understand that My soul, my heart, my looks were a puzzle finally complete, 
But I understood this cut was where wishes and reality would finally meet. 
But I understand what it means to me and whatever you think I do not care!

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