Short Hair, Don't Care

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For a woman

Each strand of hair

Holds its own weight

The longer the strand,

The more power the hand

So one day, I cut my pony tail

And when the pile on the floor grew,

The objects, the expectations, the stereotypes

Were no more.

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savigirl14

very good

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