my hair
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Dear Ms. Arie
I am my hair
I am my skin
I am also the soul that lives within
Times have changed Ms. Arie
I can walk around the office with wild hair and still be "irie"
Dark skin is just my color
I cut my hair.
I cut my hair
Because of you.
You’re fingers twisted in my strands,
Your hands removing them from my neck
So your lips could lay upon my vulnerability
And gently kiss.
You cut my hair,
