Untethered

I used to have long black hair.
It flowed down my waist
And nestled my curves.
I felt feminine to the highest degree.
Men, enchanted by it, flocked to me.
But the heartache these men caused me...
And one in particular,
Who drove a wedge through my soul,
Splitting it,
Motivated me to shave my head.
I couldn't handle the responsibility...
The power of female hair
And ached to be bald-
Asexual. Neutral. Untethered.
But just a week later
The loneliness set back in
Oh, how it crept into my bones
And into the very roots of my head
And I ordered a very realistic blonde wig.
Again, men were crowding,
And although I was quenched by the attention
I was much happier when I got home
And hung up my wig
Glad to be neutral, unattached, untethered.

Family Dinner

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