Snip, Snip, Snip.

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I fall into the chair,

The sound of chattering surrounds me,

A hair dryer blows,

Snip, Snip, Snip,

 

I study myself in the large wall to ceiling mirror.

 I look calm, emotionless,

Ugly, tired and sad.

From inside the voice slides into the open.

It comes from a dark spot in my soul.

A spot that makes me doubt,

A spot that makes me cry.

Black hisses

“Stay the same. Just trim it.”

“If you change what happens? You never change.”

“Staying alone and the same is better than taking a chance and failing”

“ What if you look ugly? Well, more ugly?”

“Don’t do it little bird”

The beautiful woman asks “So, what are we doing today?”

I blink.

Snip, Snip, Snip.

 

I hesitate.

What if Black is right?

I have no idea how this will come out,

What if my choice is wrong?

I am fine being quiet and alone,

Never showing who I am.

Never being courageous.

Never truly laughing and having fun.

Being pushed around to keep the peace.

Black is right.

 Just stay the same.

“You want to change"

A second voice comes out.

It is quiet.

Too quiet.

After years of suppression,

White reaches out,

“do it”

It knows this is the moment

To climb up.

To fight.

Snip Snip Snip

 

Black snorts,

“I thought you were gone. Go away pest. You are not needed”

“Right?”

I look at myself in the mirror.

Do I want to be different?

Is different better?

Do I want to change?

Yes.

Now is the time,

I have hid this thinking from Black for weeks now,

For I know it will be mad.

I have been conspiring with White to do it

To escape.

To change.

If I wait any longer for it,

I won’t make it.

I turn to the beautiful woman

“do it”

“Cut it off.”

What?!”

Snip, Snip, Snip.

 

The beautiful woman is surprised

“Are you sure? Most people don’t really go from your length to that short”

“You are not most people”

“do it”

Stop.”

I hesitate

Don’t do it.”.

I close my eyes

“do it”

“Don’t do it!”

“Do it!”

“Do it!”

“Change!”

My eyes snap open

“ Yes. Do it.”

My eyes shut tight as she begins to cut

Snip, Snip, Snip

 

Black rears back, screeching,

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“ARE YOU TRYING TO ESCAPE?”

“YOU ARE WRONG!”

“YOU WILL FAIL.”

I cringe

but I am determined.

I feel the hair begin to fall into my lap.

Snip, Snip, Snip

 

“I WILL NOT LET THIS HAPPEN!”

“I HAVE HAD YOU FOR THE PAST FOUR YEARS”

“YOU ARE MINE LITTLE BIRD”

“No”

 Snip, Snip, Snip.

 

She has made her choice”

“She is not yours

SO YOU WANT HER TO YOURSELF?”

“She is not mine.”

I only influence”

 “She is her own person”

Snip, Snip, Snip.

 

“Ok all done!” The beautiful woman chimes

I slowly open my eyes

I am stunned

I look different.

Not so bad

“You look beautiful”

 “You are beautiful, love”

“Never forget that.”

 

White is right

I guess I am beautiful

“No guessing”

I get out of the chair

I pay the beautiful woman and begin to walk out of the shop

I smile as the sun kisses my face

I promise myself,

No more being silenced by what others think.

No more thinking I am ugly and worthless.

No longer will I let Black control me.

Now is the time where I laugh and speak freely.

Dress in what I want and talk about what I like.

I will be courageous and confident.

I changed that day when I

Snipped, snipped, snipped

My old self away.

This poem is about: 
Me

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