This long hair sticks out of my chest.
I yank and pull with much distress.
I pull and strain with all of my might,
This mighty long hair is putting up a mighty long fight.
And then i take a moment to see
What I'm unraveling is really me.
I do not like what i see.
So i sow back together what i think i should be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm, very creative. Nice poem (: