Tomorrow I will begin a new stage of my life,
not college, not marriage, but my hair.
I've had the same hair style since 8th grade. It's been a part of who I am. That kid with the long dirtyblonde curls. Even in my worst moments, my signature hair has awlways been there to remind of who I truly am. I remember staring at pictures of Jim Morrison, one of my idols from a bygone era. I could brag that I had his hair, I had Jim Morrison's hair. The way it elegantly drifted from my cranium, an extension of my inner being. You've always been, there rain and shine. Combed back, combed forward, stuffed into a spock wig. Good bye teenage hair. Goodbye teenage self. My hair will be short and blue now. No longer will I be mistaken for a girl in San Francisco. I'll miss you, but tomorrow shall be a new dawn, a glorious blue dawn. None of this would have ever happened without you curly hair, none of it. You were a true hero guiding the path for men with untameable long hair everywhere. Farewell!... Farewell!
Oh dead skin cells protruding from my scalp
How I adored you, so warm, so soft
I loved you always, despite falling in my mouth
Large, smooth, like the breasts of Lara Croft
but not the sequels, that really sucked
The original tomb raider, now a classic
My brains were arguable, body never buffed
But my hair was consistent, wild and spastic
in the best of days, in the worst of days
My hair was there, never changing ways.
Am I seriously crying over hair?! Jesus!
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