: : : painful
I have gone to find myself. If I get back before I return, keep me here.
2006-07-24 at 9:54 p.m.
my dearest friend, CHALK, has faithfully written a beautifully crafted poem about a girl whose life stank becos of that hair of hers, which she so wanna rid. and apparently, she did. here goes (nothing):
17 years of unwanted stares,
a lifetime of awkwardness i beared.
they say its something wrong with my hair,
one thing that i have stopped to care.
mum said its genes both of us share,
sadness grows with each breath of air,
"they really give me a wig to wear?!"
Dad gave me a pair of scissors one night,
said a few important words which gave me light.
took the metal,
fought the fight,
to cut the pain out of my very sight.
on the mirror it appeared so bright,
the look of my bald head,
i smiled with delight.
17 years of pain take its flight,
as i finally see how my life seems, finally right..
can you feel the pain? did your heart rejoice when the girl was liberated from her years of turmoil? discuss on the language used. work to be submitted tmr by noon. late work will not be accepted. -- ms m.
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