Hairs and stares

When I cut my hair it wasn't only long dark thick hair leaving my body
With each strain lost, confidence followed
My beauty was being changed
My identity was being replaced
No longer was I the girl with long sexy hair that caused the boys to stare and girls with thin straggly hair to be jealous of.
With each clipping of the scissors, came doubt
In every individual hair had superficiality soaked deep deep inside
My worth was measured in the length of my hair

I learned something
And learned it quick
I will never be defined by my hair
My beauty will never be obvious with my looks
For I would rather die if I am ever known by my features instead of my kindness and love
Strip me of all the things that hold me captive
So that people may see my soul before they see my eyes
May people see my soul before they see my lips, nose, and eyebrows


Janna, be stripped of your hair.
Cut it.