I Have a Thought

I have purple splotches

from falling when I climb

I have lines with dried blood along it

from cooking for my family

I have glasses

from sitting too close to the television

I have scars

from past adventures


I have a thought

that time is passing me by

and I'm not going to waste it

by doing my hair for hours


"powdering my nose" every half hour


My spirit is more free

when I don't chain it down

with hairspray


with layers of make-up


That's the way I

and others

like it anyways


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