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February 5, 2018

Dear Hair

Dear Hair,
Before I start this apology, I want you to know that I understand why you left me.
Sun or rain, you were always by my side no matter how shallow or critical I could be.
Despite all the abuse, you never judged me.
Never once did you object when I forced you into the jail cell that was my beanie, not
taking into account that you may be claustrophobic.
I should have realized something was wrong by the way the snake of an elastic left an
imprint on my forehead.


Never once did you scream out in pain as the barber’s shears mutilated your flesh,
Watching silently as pieces of your body glided like parachutes to the grotesque tile
floor.
If given the chance now, I would have caught each and every one of you like gold falling
from the sky.


I tied you down, I cut you, I burned you and dyed you.
It would be easier to say what hardships I didn’t put you through.
All you sought was my affection, only to be offered abuse in return.


I was ignorant and shallow, I see that now.
So again, I understand why you left me.
If it wasn’t so gradual, maybe I could have noticed the signs.
I could have noticed the mirror forming just above my brows,
Or just how often you tried to escape down the drain.


I’m sorry, and I would do anything to have you back.

(Photo by Ewelina Karezona Karbowiak on Unsplash)

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