Tying My Hair

Head thrown back

Raised eyebrows

How will it be

God alone knows


Fingers comb through

Highlighted hair

Cut in layers!

So unfair


Gathering upward

Between thumb and index

Symbol of elegance

Yet hastily violent


And all of a sudden

A turbulent storm

A tense twisting of hands

Suddenly muscles form


Fingers are stretched

And fingers are dipped

And turned in circles

Like a magician’s tricks


And just like that

The elastic which, for long

Was, up to the fist

Disrupting blood flow


Is found surrounded

By highlighted hair

And for the men around

Ah, it’s so unfair



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