I told my stylist
Cut my hair
Get rid of the afterthoughts
The strays and the grays
Make me shine
I like to look new
Even if I’m used
All used up
Split ends that end up dead
Uneven lines and uneven psyches
Cut my hair
I told my stylist
To which he replied
Are you sure?
SOB with me
Your Sympathies:
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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November 1, 2010 at 11:11 am
slpmartin
Really like the how the hair cut becomes representative of life in the poem…very powerful expression.
November 3, 2010 at 12:04 pm
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November 4, 2010 at 1:50 pm
Jingle
apt metaphor.
well done.
November 5, 2010 at 12:56 pm
dan
There are so many questions in life. Are you sure? Didn’t you want to remain the same? Simple but has deeper meaning. Good poem.