I Am Not My Hair

I Am Not My Hair

A spoken word piece

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Sheriously

I got this 7-year old piece from the archives..... Shall we compare her to a summer’s day?/ Or noon in spring when flowers should bloom?/ For sure, she is beautiful/ But like a rose bush she grows thorns,/ those that prick and prod/ It’s like a gold ring in a pig’s snout./ Though pleasing to [...]