I had my hair tied back
and bound up in a bow
it was long and straight and stringy
the only hair I’d ever known
I wore it tied up to go running
and I wore it tied up to go play
I really had this idea that,
it was always in my way
but one day while I was running
I tripped and fell to the ground
my bow snapped, my hair fell
and came loose
my hair was no longer brown
it was blue and purple and green
and every shade of aquamarine
it was long and curly and bouncy
and piled to the floor
because i always had it tied up
i never knew there was more
it grew and grew into a jungle
it grew into a place to play
and now I never run anywhere
my hair is the perfect place to stay
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