A Taboo.

I cut my hair.
Did not allow anyone else to do it for me.
I cut which ever way I want.
Hopeful that every snap will be a lucky one.
So what, I cut my own hair.
Because it is mine.
I groom the way I want it to be.
My hair is so very special to me.

Monday, July 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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Original hair cut that doesn't fall apart.
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