Those silver scissors glitter

How they catch my eye and I can’t stay away

I’d feel so free, I’d be bold

Truly not caring what other people say is gold

To let my neck be bare

To let go of long hair

Let those clips and me meet

I can’t stay out of the seat

The months, the years are in my hair

But you know, I’ll lose it all in the end, to be fair

I like to remind myself

I don’t need products on the shelf

All the AI-women on the internet

Are simply inanimate

Flat irons and blow dryers aren’t made for beaches and bonfires

Mermaids can have short locks

Athletes can too

Hair is just cells, the ticking of many clocks

You know what’s true, what I love to do

Embrace those shimmering blades

You can’t take hair to the other side with you

I ain’t afraid

So I leave it on the floor to get swept up by someone

I am beautiful, says no one

With little hair

No reason for anyone to stare

When I’m gone it’ll be like I was never there

People are more than hair