Unsure eyes well with tears -

Hair donated mere hours ago.

Shorter than it has ever been,

Reflecting the fuse inside.

 

Pallid hands grip the vanity,

Clutching for it all the same.

Trace around the edges,

Make them softer.

 

Start fresh,

Begin to ooze femininity.

Although your hair is gone;

Show them what defines you.

 

Empowerment comes with time.

Hair will grow back -

Embrace it,

Cherish it,

Cut it off.

 

As my hair,

Humans will behave the same.

We will reach our shortest

And grow back.

 

We may showcase different hues

From time to time,

But we can always be identified

By our roots.