The Strands of my Hair Spoke

I sat down.
She picked up the scissors.
Grabbing huge chunks of my hair, she cut more than expected.
After she was done, I felt liberated.

"I am not my hair!"
the funny thing is, over time I began to not favor long hair
didn’t feel the need to be the “desired” of the Hollywood image
chose not to be conformed to an image, in a box
I don't think I'm looking back any further, for I know that I'm not my hair

don't care if I'm being judged by the length,
no, I'm not a lesbian nor am I going through a life crisis uncontrollable
the choice to cut my hair came at the time when I wanted a change, needed a change
I guess people must get used to it, because this is my life....not theirs

getting back into reality, I looked down at my feet
noticing the pond of hair around me, I got emotional thinking about what had happened
"I'm bald," screaming with a loud and dramatic voice,
placing my head in my lap, I rose thinking about my life
my hair carried so much of me and the conceited attitude that I had developed
however, I failed to realize that my hair also carried the struggles and pains in my world
having the one man that I loved telling me to keep my hair long and to never cut it,
I always held unto it like some comfort blanket or defense mechanism
he was controlling me and abusing my heart,
been praying to God to give me light through my dark situation,
so as my hair fell from my head, I finally let go

each time the scissors were used, it was cutting the horror out of my world
each time the scissors were used, it was cutting the lies and drama out of my world
each time the scissors were used, it was cutting the old me out....
...... allowing the new me to rise

I felt free for the first time,
feeling as though I could conquer anything
thank God that I know that my source strength doesn't derive from my hair,
my strength is in HIM….
running my fingers through my head, I felt sexy
smiling at the image that I saw in the mirror, I began to cry
never in the thought of misery, but the miraculous power in my God
the final bit of what I have left amazes my soul

I didn't know that my hair had words to speak to me,
didn't realize that each fiber had an opinion or personality
all I could hear were "thank you's" at the sight of a new chapter in my life

The Strands of My Hair Spoke

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