I cut my hair.
My casual suitor had warned me not to
As if cutting it was an unpardonable transgression
A regression from womanhood
Back into some vague condition akin to eunuch
The hair was my obligation
As temptress.
But it was a sacrifice I felt bidden to commit
Bidden to shed this convenient disguise
For I am not a temptress at all
Just a girl.
When he came and saw it
There was silence.
In the end, I left and he did not try to stop me.
A great weight fell from me when I shed that long hair
Now I was starting fresh again
I could ripen slowly
Tomboy again
Safe
In a good position to observe
Beauty takes time to mature
It has nothing to do with hair.
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