My long blond hair
Is covering my shame
In the game of shadows
But what does it matter?
I shall cut it
ANd walk tall and proud up the high street
Listening to the beat of my feet
Remembering the deceit of the monster
But never defeated
With my cropped dreams and my cropped hair
Escaping out into the air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It would be magical if by cutting our hair we could shed all that is not desired. Ana Monnar