Golden Hair

This thing that reaches all over me,
Sprouting from my head, rushing down my legs.
Hair, oh why do you torment while embracing me?
Tangling my body with a cage only sharpness can remove.
Your so dark that I can only relax when you are dyed.
Bleaching you of color to paint you again was a fun dream.
I only dared to destroy your nature half way.

As your dead revealed itself, I saved you with some scissors.
"There is the line" I said, stroking your new length.

When I was a child I swore to let you trail for miles.
I read that in story books, the princesses had golden locks.
Princess was something that possessed my imagination.
So I was sure that when I wrote my fairy tales,
I would have a chance to be one.
No wonder I found it hard to begin to read.
Those books were not mine,
Not a strand of information.

I wanted to watch you,
But one day kids were teasing me because of you.
That is when I had something stable to be ashamed about.
When you flew over my eyes,
As I dashed and became a blur.
I remember loving you in that wind.
I decided to hate for the first time.
And it was me who I hated
The part when you took over my arms and legs.
The moment when I began to feel alone.
Hate was a new thing for me,

Hate was a thing that gave me a reason to speak.

Speaking was not common for the invisible girl who sang silently.
This reason was ignored, I thought as they thought.
"I'm ugly"
When I could not trust that those around me would not hurt me.
Sometimes I wish I could be more beautiful.
Wishing never stops, but life
Life stops.
One day I will not be dying you.

That is why today you are dark as you always were.
I am as emotional as the child who was teased-
To filter my past out on the golden shine of paper.
We all wanted our own stories.
Watching what grows from my own skin-
Must be a curse.
I live in a fairy tale where happiness does not come from gold.
Where birth is not dressed with a crown of pure white perfection.

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Reviews

[Nyu]

This is like body acceptance, one part about myself that I hate is my hair. How hairy I am. So I write about it , so one day i can learn to love it more. Recently, I've been wanting to dye it purple. or just pink at the bottom. something colorful. but then again there's something about the darkness that suits me. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the feel of real life and fairytale.
"That is why today you are dark as you always were.
I am as emotional as the child who was teased-
To filter my past out on the golden shine of paper."
You create place, lesson and ending. It is a realistic fairytale of learning and understanding. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Nyu]

Thank you for reading, this one was very much so out of my comfort zone and it means a lot that someone liked it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your poetry and you are welcome.