I hated when my hair was long
I was a child, but meant for men
Told I was pretty like a song
Told one day I’d find my ken
One day I cut it off
One last piece of who I was
People saw me and they’d scoff
People judged me without reasonable cause
Despite the judgement I was free
Despite the freedom I was incomplete
A part of me was missing as I figured out who to be
A part of me didn’t know how to leave my home street
Slowly my hair grew long
Slowly I was who I wanted to become
Eventually I wrote my own song
Eventually I’d be happy with my life’s outcome
This new hair is light and free
I grew it out for me
With no regard to person who I used to be