Tag: Alopecia

Prickly Stubble on HER Scalp

The barber says what you want Miss

She stumbles on her words

Her lips are tangled and worthless

Words spill from her soul

Cut please

The barber taps his clippers with hands shaking and eyes bulked

She says once more; cut please

Barbers stare into scalps of men refusing to look at Miss

She bounces on the empty chair, says louder and prouder, cut please

Clippers buzzing to the tunes of silence

She drifts to a free and easy life

Chairs spinning, left, right, up, down

Coils dance, twirl, float, free fall, glide; hug the floor

Silence

He says, you pretty

Miss pearly whites gleam with confidence

Miss refuses the mirror

Head held high

Exits

She leaves the men in the cave weak and speechless

Bye Alopecia! – A Poemstory

I wake up and stare as you shine in glory.  Whatever!

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You don’t scare me.

You don’t define my past or future.

You tried to take my self-esteem.

You almost did.

I survived.

Ha.

From the moment you took my scalp, I feared the stares, points, and eyes of sympathy.

Some empathy.

Take yo tired and weak strands and get a life.

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Mine is not for the taking.

Yeah, you made me cry waiting for healing power.

I separated the two.

Healing is in my soul. My strength.

Power is my words I speak as I remove you from lips.

My lips speak no words of sadness.

They only spit the truth.

My truth is free from the weak strands.

I’ll never accept you.

IMG_0783.jpgBut I’m not sad.

Sadness is an emotion far from my tears.

My tears have turned to joy.

Joy of accepting your shine and glory.

Yes.  We were meant to be.

Alopecia.  Thank You.

I’m free.