Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Do Not Worry Son It Will Grow Back

Week before middle school
Twelve and shy
Sent to get haircut
With three dollars
Clippers were brought out
I was too scared to look
I had never had a store-bought haircut before
The man had a funny smell.
I would not know it was alcohol for several more years.
He sang while he used a razor on my head.
When he was done I looked up.
He said "Three dollars son."
I started to cry.
A tear ran down my face.
He had given me a buzz cut.
I had not grown any kind of indicators that I 
was a girl. I had never thought to tell him.
"Don't worry, Son," he said, as he took my three
dollars. "It will grow back."
So I went to middle school looking like 
a male army recruit, at the age of twelve.
Worst year of my life.
At that time.

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Rhona Mcferran April 6, 2019 at 5:32 PM And I thought I had the worst childhood haircut stories ever... so sorry, my friend. That had to be incredibly traumatic! Caren Krutsinger April 7, 2019 at 12:10 AM I am still mad. But not enraged, or ready to kill like before.

Ilene Bauer April 6, 2019 at 4:17 PM oh, caren! my heart aches for your 12 year old self! wonderfully told, as always... Caren Krutsinger April 7, 2019 at 12:11 AM It was really SAD. A bow would not stay glued on.

Panagiota Romios April 6, 2019 at 1:51 PM Oh, Lord...I hate when anyone cuts my haircut short. I fuss a lot I think hairdressers are deaf.!)! Enjoyed this one. Caren Krutsinger April 7, 2019 at 12:11 AM I was too shy to mention the gender thing.

M. L. Kiser April 6, 2019 at 1:42 PM What a nightmare! There's nothing worse than a military cut. Caren Krutsinger April 7, 2019 at 12:12 AM When you are a shy girl, in 1964, it was really bad.