I caught wind of a request
To never have it up
My hair
My hand
My chin or my self esteem.
My mind did not rest
Because I obliged
Every smirk
Every word
So much worse than sticks and stones
I couldn’t help but be done
A clipped bird so tethered
Not seen
Nor heard
Yearning to just go
And so I did spread my wings
Kept on the bone
So wide
With pride
It was happiness while alone
I once thought that impossible
But have I never been so sure
Stupendous
Contentious
You reap what you sow.
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