Thursday, November 12, 2009

Of voices from behind.

I've been brandishing my hair as a king would a crown but it seems that I've been sending the wrong message.

You see, my hair is, in nature, very guarded. It is because of this, it is unwilling to share with the world. So, instead of appearing delicate and obedient, as one would expect with the kind of care I give it, it shows coarseness and rebelliousness.

Now, people see this and take it as a mark of my generally being unclean.
I don't mind.
They don't know any better.
And I don't expect them to.






"Do you have to?"






Listening to - Linger, The Cranberries.

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