Short Red Head
I’m the kinda girl who likes the color red
The kinda girl who can't get out of bed
But all the things that run through my head
I leave the words unsaid
The hair is how I express myself
The dye is the only thing on that shelf
Watch as it changes me on the outside
So that I can just choose to hide
The person inside
My hair isn’t really long
But it’s there to help me hide that song
The song that can get loud.
Loud.
Can you hear it pound?
Pound out of the things that block my hearing
It hurts to bad
So bad that I’m tearing
At the light
The light that shines after the night
I can’t see it
The pain I mean
The pain I see
But I couldn’t see it earlier
Someone tried to cut my hair
Hey, but it only got curlier
Curlier to the max
The information I have just got faxed
Tax on this dye
Die
Don’t let it die
I promise my hair is too short
Too short to hide what was said
My short red head
Copyright © Kimora Taylor | Year Posted 2018
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