It�s August again, it�s time to make a call
Schedule an appointment, chop off those
Lovely, long tresses you�ve been
Sporting all summer
School�s almost in, my dear, time for your
Short hair in your school pictures
How beautiful!
The first strands are cut, they fall to the floor
Snip, strand by strand I watch as pieces of me
Of past and present and months of growing
Are being taken away from me in one haircut
And all the anger I feel as I see my brown hair
Fall to the floor, now trash to throw with egg shells
There! That wasn�t so bad, was it?
I open my eyes and wince with pain
My hair! Where has it gone?
Oh, just over there in the trash
Quite the nonchalant answer
No! I scream, Put it back!
Give me extensions
There! That wasn�t so bad, was it?
I open my eyes and wince with pain
Silent pain though it is
My dark brown hair, once a little past
My shoulders, is now cut a little past
My chin; it�s terrible for me, don�t you think
But I guess it is for me�this hideous ritual